For over a dozen years, from 1977 to 1989, on the back pages of downtown New YorkÕs former preeminent local crier, The (Village) Voice, was a picture window. An oddity by most any standards today- already then more an atavistic throwback to the underground press of yore- its curious fit within t he low-end commercialized zone of this once radical weekly seemed with each passing year ever-more like some out of time eccentricity, a past whimsy that by the grace of its wit somehow continued to survive on amidst pop cultureÕs pernicious progress.