Availability was always so unpredictable. There were so many magazines at one point, something I really miss. My subs (Hitchcock mag, too) were in '82-'84.
We lost a lot when magazine postage went sky high in the mid-2000's. I suppose the Internet would have killed everything off anyway, but one way these magazines stayed in business was that their postage rates were as low as the rates for catalogs.
I was at a bed and breakfast in Mansfield, MO (the Laura Ingalls House) with my daughter, and in the magazine bin was a magazine from the 1920's. So much text, so much to read. The only equivalent we have today is The New Yorker, at least in terms of the sheer number of words.
I was reading something on reddit about civility (it was a pipe thread about using salty language) and someone wrote an impassioned (and lengthy) defense for using four letter words. The reply from his opponent: ''Wall of Text.'' In other words, so many words were written that there was no need to reply. I happened to agree with the latter opponent, but the lack of engagement was bothersome. We live in a TL;DR world.
All of the above us just to say that EQ Magazine might not ever have produced Edgar Award worthy material, but it was entertaining, and it helped create attention spans and the virtue of concentration. I know I run the risk of becoming the curmudgeon who says, ''Back in my day, 140 characters wasn't a tweet, it was a Dickens novel!'' So be it.
Wall of text out.