"In the Interim, Volume 20 (1995)
In the Interim...
Mark Twain once described a particular matter as being "as out of
place as a Presbyterian in hell." His reference was to the certitude
presumably afforded by the Calvinist doctrine of predestination. But,
while my antecedents are of that stripe, I have never shared the sense
of absolute certainty that Twain ascribed to my forebearers, at least
as it relates to some aspects of life. However, there has been one area
of existence where destiny (or foreordination, if you are a Calvinist)
seemed unswerving, i.e.that The Scale Cabinetmaker (and, by implication,
myself) would simply continue indefinitely in a perpetual motion that
defies the law of physics.
For most of the past twenty years that has seemed to me a perfectly sound
assumption. However, during the last two years as a reluctant consumer
of the medical arts, I have progressively discovered the symbolism of
"The Deacon's Masterpiece": the one horse shay which ran for
a hundred years and a day and then fell apart. And the difficult truth
has been that the time had come for me to lay down the cudgels at TSC,
to choose a date on which "30" would be written at the end of
one final article of one final issue, and then to walk reluctantly away
from something that has absorbed my interest and energies for two decades.
Last winter, when this handwriting began to appear on the wall, I decided
that I would continue through one more volume year, finally laying aside
the blue pencil with the completion of the fourth issue in the twentieth
volume year (TSC 20:4). And I have proceeded since then on the basis of
that expectation, planning out the year's content. The final issue was
to be a summary of TSC's twenty years in print. And I had looked forward
with trepidation to it as I have worked on the issues between. But as
Bobby Burns noted, "The best laid schemes o' mice and men gang aft
a-gley." As the layout for this 20:2 issue grew close to the August
1st deadline, circumstances have made it unmistakeably clear that events
have stolen a march on me, that the time for the final "30"
at the end of the last article is now, not later.
So it is with a new appreciation of the reply that Adlai Stevenson made
to a reporter's question about how it felt to have lost the 1952 Pesidential
race to Dwight Eisenhower, "It hurts too much to laugh and I am too
old to cry," I announce that this is the last issue of The Scale
Cabinetmaker.
Occassionally in the past a reader has written to ask what would happen
to TSC when I reached a decision to step back from it. And the answer
has necessarily been that without a successor there could be only one
outcome. Meg Dorsett has brought to these pages over the past two years
enthusiasm coupled with first rate skills in writing, editing, graphic
design, and publishing. But other career commitments preclude her full-time
devostion to the feeding and care of TSC.
Other options for TSC's continuation are precluded by its choice of content
and focus. Scale modeling information in an overwhelmingly collector's
hobby makes this uninviting stuff for another publisher whose bottom line
depends on readership size and advertising revenues. To such publishers,
TSC has always appeared a bit of a vagrant, "showing no visible means
of support" beyond the unfathonable devotion of its scale modeling
readership.
Over these years of TSC's life, after all the rest of the content for
a new issue has been put together, I have turned with a sense of relief
to writing this column. It has always been the easiest part to complete,
no so much a chore as an opportunity to write a personal note to a friend.
If under the pressure of time and necessity many of the things that must
be done to get an issue into print have seemed difficult, the Interim has been an unfailing pleasure. And I will miss it as I will miss all
of you.
Jim Dorsett