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by the publisher
When Analog magazine was housed over at Graybar Building on Lexington Avenue； our offices were far from plush。 In fact； they were grimy。 Years worth of Manhattan soot clung to the walls。 The windows were opaque with grime。 （What has this to do with Spider Robinson？ Patience； friend。）
Many times young science fiction fans would e to Manhattan and phone me from Grand Central Station； which connected underground with the good old Graybar。 〃I've just e to New York and I read every issue of Analog and I'd like to e up and see what a science fiction magazine office looks like；〃 they would invariably say。
I'd tell them to e on up； but not to expect too much。 My advice was always ignored。 The poor kid would e in and gape at the piles of manuscripts； the battered old metal desks； and mountains of magazines and stacks of artwork； the ramshackle filing cabinets and bookshelves。 His eyes would fill with tears。 His mouth would sag open。
He had； of course； expected whirring puters； telephones with TV attachments； smoothly efficient robots humming away； ultramodern furniture； and a general appearance reminiscent of a NASA clean room。 （Our present offices； in the spanking new Conde Nast Building on Madison Avenue； are a little closer to that dream。）
The kid would shamble away； heartsick； the beautiful rainbow … hued bobble of his imagination burst by the sharp prick of reality。
Still； despite the cramped quarters and the general dinginess； we managed to put out an issue of Analog each month； and more readers bought it than any other science fiction book； magazine； pamphlet； or cuniform tablet ever published。
And then came Spider Robinson。
Truth to tell； I don't remember if he sent in a manuscript through the mail first； or telephoned for an appointment to visit the office。 No matter。 And now he's off in Nova Scotia； living among the stunted trees and frost heaves； where nobody … not even short … memoried editors … can reach him easily。
Anyway； in es Spider。 I look up from my desk and see this lank； almost … cadaverous young man； bearded； long of hair； slightly owlish behind his eyeglasses； sort of grinning quizzically； as if he didn't know what to expect。 Neither did I。
But I thought； At least he won't be put off by the interiordecor。
You have to understand that those same kids who expected Analog's office to look like an out … take from 2001： A Space Odyssey also had a firm idea of what an Analog writer should look like： a tall； broadshouldered； jutjawed； steelyeyed hero who can repair a starship's inertial drive with one hand； make friends with the fourteen … legged green aliens of Arcturus； and bring the warring nations of Earth together under a benignly scientific world government … all at the same time； while wearing a metallic mesh jumpsuit and a cool smile。
Never mind that no SF writer ever looked like that。 Well； maybe Robert A。 Heinlein es close； and he could certainly do all of those things if he'd just stop writing for a while。 But Asimov is a bit less than heroic in stature； Silverberg shuns politics； Bradbury doesn't even drive a car； much less a starship。
Nevertheless； this was the popular conception of a typical Analog writer。 Spider Robinson was rather wider of that mark than most。
He had a story with him； called 〃The Guy with the Eyes。〃 There wasn't much science fiction in it。 But it was one helluva good story。 About a crazy bunch of guys who get together at a truly unique place called Callahan's。
We went to lunch； and Spider began telling me how he worked nights guarding a sewer 'way out on Long Island。 Far from being a drop … out； he was writing stories and songs； as well as sewer … sitting。 He's a worker； and he knows science fiction very well； a fact that surprised a lot of people when he started reviewing books for Galaxy magazine。 He's also a guitar … strummin' singer； and I found out how good he is at many a party。 But that was later。
I bought 〃The Guy with the Eyes。〃 When it came out in Analog； it caused a mild ripple among our readers。 I had expected some of them to plain because it wasn't galaxy … spanning superheroic science fiction。 Instead； they wrote to tell me that they got a kick out of Callahan's Place。 How about more of the same？
Now； an editor spends most of his time reading lousy stories。 John Campbell； who ran Analog （nee Astounding） for some thirty … five years； often claimed to hold the Guinness Book of Records championship for reading more rotten SF stories than anyone else on Earth。 （Most likely he could have expanded his claim to take in the entire solar system； but John was a conservative man in some ways。）
So when you spend your days and nights … especially the nights … reading poor stories； it's a pleasure to run across somebody like Spider： a new writer who has a good story to tell。 It makes all those lousy stories worthwhile。 Almost。
It's a thrill to get a good story out of the week's slushpile … that mountain of manuscripts sent in by the unknowns； the hopefuls； the ones who want to be writers but haven't written anything publishable yet。
But the real thrill es when a new writer sends in his second story and it's even better than the first one。 That happens most rarely of all。 It happened with Spider。 He brought in the manuscript of 〃The Time Traveler；〃 and I knew I was dealing with a pro； not merely a one … time amateur。
We talked over the story before he pleted the writing of it。 He warned me that he couldn't really find a science fiction gimmick to put into the story。 I fretted over that （Analog is； after all； a science fiction magazine）； but then I realized that the protagonist was indeed a time traveller； his 〃time machine〃 was a prison。
Just about the time the story was published； thousands of similar time travelers returned to the U。S。 from North Vietnamese prisons。 Spider's story should have been required reading for all of them； and their families。
Sure enough； we got a few grumbles from some of our older readers。 One sent a stiff note； saying that since the story wasn't science fiction at all； and he was paying for science fiction stories； would we please cancel his subscription。 I wrote him back pointing out that we had published the best science fiction stories in the world for more than forty years； and for one single story he's cancelling his subscription？ He never responded； and I presume that he's been happy with Analog and Spider ever since。
Callahan's Place grew to be an institution among Analog's readers； and you can see it … and the zanies who frequent Callahan's … in all their glory in this collection of stories。 What you're reading is something truly unique； because the man who wrote these stories is a unique writer。 It's been my privilege to publish most of these stories in Analog。 Several others are brand new and haven't been published anywhere else before。
It's also been a privilege； and a helluva lot of fun； to get to know Spider personally。 To watch him develop as a writer and as a man。
He went from guarding sewers to working for a Long Island newspaper。 When that job brought him to a crisis of conscience … work f