I have been an on and off fan of this grouping of magazines for quite some time. Sometimes they get it right. More often, not so much! However, after reading the March 2015 edition with friends, and not being of Irish decent, we decided to delve into the St. Patrick's Day quiz. It was interesting and even though there were silly answers injected throughout, we forged ahead. We all debated on some of the questions. Three doctorally educated people and 2 college interns among us, we finished the quiz and went looking for the answers within the magazine. They were left unpublished. So, I called the Coastal Communications Corp. and Ljiljana Vasiljevic, publisher and editor-in-chief, answered the phone and instead of stating something pleasant like 'hello' or 'SCI, Can I help you?', all I heard was 'YES' and a disheartening silence... as if I was bothering her. I asked her directly about the missing answer key, and she told me in a snobbish fashion, that the answers were so apparent that they didn't bother to include them, stating that anyone with a brain should know the solutions. I have had the underwhelming honor to meet Ms. V and her obnoxious son, Sebastian, on numerous occasions. Again, I am unimpressed by: her, the fact that instead of stating they had made a mistake by not including the answers, the choice to put off the mistake to her editor and son, Sebastian Clarke (true nepotism at it's ultimate degree... as no one would probably give this little snot a job), and the sad ability to represent her magazine in this fashion makes us wonder if this publication pack is relevant to anyone in this day and age. I feel sad for Paul E. Kandarian, the gentle writer who wrote this puff piece. To imagine having an editorial meeting with Ms. V and Mr. C, must truly result in pure agony and the further need of a stiff drink to help erase such councilling. THIS WILL BE THE LAST TIME I ENJOY CCC'S MAGAZINES. I HATE BEING LIED TO OR MADE TO FEEL INFERIOR BY A FOREIGNOR. NO LONGER WILL I HAVE TO OFFER SUCH UNINSPIRING TRASH TO MY RECYCLING BIN. Advertisers beware! THIS MAGAZINE SEEMS TO HAVE BECOME LESS OF A JOY TO READ AND MORE SO A VEHICLE DERIVED SOLELY TO FUND PERSONAL POCKETS. read more