When I was about 13 or so, my father brought home a foot-tall stack of Scientific American issues. He was a logger, but knew I was interested in science. This

When I was about 13 or so, my father brought home a foot-tall stack of Scientific American issues. He was a logger, but knew I was interested in science. This would have been mid-80s. I read each of those, cover-to-cover, so many times. Barely understanding anything the first time; slowly increasing my comprehension over the months and years. Writing programs in BASIC on my C64 to recreate fractals, or simulate evolutionary processes. It really affected my life profoundly. I say all that to just emphasize how heartbreaking it is to see what a trash magazine SA is now. In print since the middle of the 19th century, and ruined just in the last 10-15 years. It's a true loss.