i worked in the business for 8 years, having grown in a family of newspaper people. my playroom was the newsroom with about 40 foul-mouthed nannies. the composing room was a place of magic, with amberlith, facto knives, pica poles, waxers, developers, linotype machines, strips of copy...and the composition guys (the backshop back then) and the pressmen were always the nicest guys in the building. when i went grew up and went to work, i learned more about layout and production than almost any other time in my career. 17 years later, and i'm glad i got out when i did. it's too bad. not gone really, but truly not what it used to be.