None of that was necessary. Where I’d had a book teetering on unpublishability, she created the periodical I’d barely conceived at that point to replace it. When I’d grown tired of the tediousness of transcribing interviews (the meat of S&A!), she did that, too. All the mind numbing specifics and particulars of publishing a journal, she handled. When the archives quickly became too voluminous for me to manage, she took it all and kept it in such shape that articles – previously unplanned but necessary (usually at the last minute, days from press time) – magically appeared whole. She conducted her own interviews, too, and wrote intros and came up with all the snappy, sarcastic and self-deprecating patter that framed all my literary pretensions. In an era when blogs were in their infancy, she crafted a couple of them for S&A! as well. And all in service to the business she grew to love, taking on the job that never gave her a dime but allowed her to live in the sideshow world, the world of the “other” entertainment, whose people and shows she jumped into immediately and loved from day one.