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When I was about ten, I lucked into the best job in the world. My family lived in a small agricultural town on Highway 101 in the central part of California. The name of the town was King City. King City had a weekly newspaper that came out every Thursday afternoon. The King City Rustler-Herald.
Every Thursday afternoon I would go from school to the newspaper office. This was well before the idea of computers had even been thought about. The Rustler-Herald had an old-fashioned printing press where typesetters would arrange every letter into words, then every word into paragraphs, until a newspaper page was complete. Then ink would be rolled across it, and the printing press would stamp each page with the content, and the pages would come out at the end, one at a time.
