Rubber Soul Survivor? (E. 28 St.) |
I suppose the crowning glory of my editorial career in the mid-eighties, at one of the last family owned publishing houses in midtown Manhattan, was the stamp I had made for tracking the zillions of pieces of manuscript paper through the editing, proofreading, cross-referencing, and indexing stages. I went to Adequate Rubber Stamp Co., somewhere in the west 30s (there were a few stamp makers on the block). I was so pleased with the result that I went back and ordered one as a gift for my senior editor, who was notoriously territorial about her books: "HANDS OFF, A.W." A year or so later, we bought our first PCs (Kaypros!) under my direction. The future of the rubber stamp industry was, well, stamped on the wall.
Hey Yariski, I awarded you a Liebster Award on my blog. You can check it out here:
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Robyn, deeply honored to receive a Liebster Award from your blog. It's not short for Lieberman, is it?
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ReplyDeleteI was just thinking of Adequate Rubber Stamp. In 1980-81, I worked on top of the old Knickerbocker Hotel as it was being converted to condos. If we left by the back door, we would pass Adequate Rubber Stamp on 41st Street. Always loved that name and always made the same jokes: "How are your stamps?" "They do the job"
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