It's kind of weird to think about. When you're 21, you should be the one moving out, not your father. A month ago, he was offered a job in good old Huntsville, Alabama, smack dab in the middle of the heartland of the South. Last week, after much debating, he packed up all his belongings and left. It wasn't a bitter goodbye, but it didn't make it any easier. I guess this is how parents feel when their kids leave home to start a new life. You do your best to raise them right, and the next minute, they're gone. Half of me realizes that this is just a part of life and the other half still feels like something is missing. In the end, you can't help but feel a little lost.
Lately, I have been thinking a lot about other things that have been lost. A long time ago, before the golden age of computers, before the plethora of free font websites and even Photoshop, when someone wanted text they had to draw it and paint it themselves. Billboards, signs, advertisements, you name it, all done by hand. Over the years hand done lettering has become a lost art form and it's definitely a shame. It has inspired me to rekindle my love of typography by doing it the old fashion way.
