The Bearskin Rug Ate My Calendar

These things can’t happen at Canadian Holmes. The issue is running late. Then a couple of wonderful articles come in, just after I get the whole thing layed out. I hate to hold them for two months, especially when I can possibly get more good stuff out of the articles’ writers if I print their work this month. The accounting department tells me I can’t go up too many pages after last issue’s 48-page extravaganza. And then the folder that holds all my calendar material disappears.

I’ve only gotten the May calendar done, of course. And the clock is ticking. Our primary deadline here at The Holmes & Watson Report is getting the issue in your hands by the first day of the month on the cover, and we haven’t missed it yet (if, perchance, this issue doesn’t make it to your house by May 1, please forgive us this once, we tried). So we have our first casualty — the June calendar. Other bits that gallantly fall by the wayside include our reader’s snippets of the BSI weekend (they’ll be truly nostalgic in July), a review or two by our mini-reviewer Don Hobbs (he’s not short, the reviews are), some pieces of the subscriber poll, letters to the editor, and my theory on what happened to Elvis Moriarty and his spectral twin Sherlock when Sherlock was done being a dog.

But the issue must go out on time. If I learned nothing else from Editor Burr at Plugs & Dottles, I did learn that basic rule. So here you have the latest Report, in all its last-minute glory. My especially humble apologies to our terrific calendar crew — next issue I will have it together, and maybe even let you see what happened in June.

The Editor-In-Chief

P.S. Unlike the big journal on the hill, we won’t be increasing our quota of material on the Literary Agent any time soon. The Grand Game is still our favorite sport, and we’re polishing our mallet.