Some (ME) buy a letterpress.
|I know, it's dark. But when you move something at 11 PM this is what you get.|
I am the latter. Something about the smell of ink, the texture of Letra and the hum of the engine that satisfies every creative bone in my body. I will disclose full details when more things come to fruition.
One word to the wise: thousands of lbs of metal are not easily moved. Even with a skidsteer/forklift.
My neighbors hate me :)