I have a copy of this book on my desk at work. Maybe I should pass along the dead tree to someone less technically savvy and read it online instead.

I visited their offices way back in December of 1991 and was crestfallen. As a teen boy with a regular subscription to MAD I had visions of teams of laughing writers riffing off one another while artists in green accountant's visors sketched next month's issue.

Some of the artifacts were there as evidenced in the Flickr photos but my childish hopes were dashed. Only a few editors worked there and the "talent" were all contractors.

Plus, it probably wasn't fun for them to take some gangly, awkward teenager around. I looked like a taller Afred E. Neuman.