It's the eve of Slam's 35th birthday and I'm trying to write something that hasn't been discussed in earlier anniversary issues. The likes of Olijnyk, Adair, Currie and Kassel have dropped pretty heavy history lessons on long-time readers over the years.
In front of me are four archival boxes that contain 35 years of Slam, from Issue 1 in 1988 until the most recent, Issue 239. I'm going to start at box one, grabbing random issues from each decade to find out why Slam survived three and a half decades to exist in your hands right now, when other magazines only live on in the archives of nerds like me.
