On Le Conte Avenue, a couple of doors uphill from the edge of the UC Berkeley campus, there's a small apartment building that may, just may — I'm going to check next week — house a treasure trove. In 1963, while moving from his Berkeley apartment, my dad stashed four apple boxes under the building's foundation. They were stuffed with magazines -- weird magazines, obscure magazines, cool magazines from among the eclectic list of nearly two dozen subscriptions he had at that... More >>>