I’ve written about matchbox labels in this space before (see here and here) because it’s incredible that there are so many, so varied and so small. The latter is key. How do you fit so much into such a tiny space?
You could imagine my surprise when on a sunny April day in 1969, I was served with a subpoena to appear before a State of New York grand jury. Actually it wasn’t me exactly, it was one of the three pseudonyms I used on the masthead of The New York Review of Sex (and Politics) also known by its partnership name, the New York Seed Company.