Get ya an ink sister
Tammy Curtis, Managing Editor Unbeknown to me as I entered the door of the aging building that would be become my home away from home for the next eight years, my life’s path would forever be altered. The smells of press chemicals, ink, hot wax and microwave popcorn that filled the air and the memories of the people who were “it” would forever be implanted in me, along with the ink sisters…
