I like the magazine a lot but have to wonder what gets into Mr. Kimball with his personal essays. Enough already with the oldtimey stuff! I am old enough to have read the comic strip Henry (subject of this issue's reminiscence) as a child and remember it being unbelievably, mindbendingly, unremittingly dull. Even duller than Little Lulu. Even then it seemed a relic of the far distant past. I know the magazine is his to do with as he wishes but why not put more food content and less maundering on about his idealized past in it?