It’s a bit like throwing a party. We send out invitations to strangers, and this is where it all begins. It’s BYOB, your RSVP will be analyzed for errata. Some ask, Will there be party favors? No, not yet. Even so, they come in droves; they pack the stoop and we turn people away with, Sorry; maybe next time? We slip a crowd in through the back; the house fills up and the room brims with stories, it’s righteous loud and hot when the clock strikes twelve: Gong! A whoop goes up and someone throws open the window and yells, Yeah! This is Issue Three!