Sometimes, I have to be shown something in writing (or stone) to believe or understand it.
My dad did this sign a while back and it’s displayed in front of one of my favorite music venues.
I often walk by it when going to Starbucks. Today, while staring at it, I realized that my love of typography probably started before I could talk or write. And by the way, in the Kirkland family, we love rockin’ super-geometric, all cap, sharp swissies.
Introspective, “hit on the head” type of event, kind of like when Doc Brown remembered how to build the flux capacitor.