tracking them down after such a long period if I'm
now just going to forget about them.
completing the task, there's also a touch of sadness
at finally 'closing the door' on a period that represents
my youth (I was only 22 when these mags began). It's as
'though there was an open link to my past while the quest
remained ongoing, but now that it's over, the thin beam
of connecting light 'twixt then and now has flickered
and dimmed, if not actually expired.
So, satisfaction and sadness at the same event.
Anyone else ever feel this way when finally complet-
ing a long-standing undertaking? If so, reveal all to
your fellow Criv-ites in the comments section.
Postscript: I'm struck by the fact I completed
my collection of these mags while residing in the house
I lived at the time they first went on sale. Why is that sig-
nificant, you may possibly wonder? Because 33 years ago,
my family moved to a new house in another neighbourhood
for four years, before returning to our former home. So I
started and finished the collection in the same house -
nearly 35 years apart. Amazing, eh?