A weekend of blatant typography abuse.
by Michael Zabel
It’s not every year that one, by luck alone, gets to enjoy the long Thanksgiving weekend due to a work scheduling snafu. Thanks to this fortuitous vacation, a trip was hastily put into action and in no time I found myself relaxing in a little cabin surrounded by old growth forest (near a town that shall remain nameless), eating Tofurky and gorging myself on carbohydrates (beer).
After Thanksgiving I had a chance to explore the nameless town (let’s call it “Town A“) for a couple of days. Now “Town A” is a great place to get away from the big crowded city. It’s a town that allows one to walk a full stride, drive the speed limit, walk right into a restaurant and sit down at any table (except Sunday for breakfast after church, of course). “Town A” also has a great local economy that is matched, possibly surpassed, by the friendly laid back attitudes of its local population. Not to mention the wineries and tap houses are plentiful and among some of the highest quality.
Walking around downtown “Town A” also provides a chance for typophiles to see some excellent (sometimes alarming) obvious examples of font abuse and overuse: