In 1961, the first year of JFK’s presidency just after washing egg off his handsome mug for the Bay of Pigs, shotgun shrapnel was erasing the face of American literary hero, Ernest Hemingway; Swell magazine with gunpowder smell still in air was launched. Our little rag, with a pre-natal prescience, in its 50 year history, has, while appearing to examine a microcosm of all that history has dealt us, in actual fact, created a lens to examine culture in its most distilled form, a surrogate for culture at large.
