Jen and I often look back on the birth of Zeichen Press the same way any mother looks back on any birth. Sure, there was blood and, yes, there were tears but there was another realization: there is a latex glove filled with crushed ice in my mesh underpants.
The first days of Zeichen Press were spent huddled around our Poco no. 0.
The Poco has a patent date of 1910 and weighs in at a mere 210#. That makes it the oldest and also the lightest press in the shop. It is, to date, the only press that has caused me (bodily) harm.
Ouch! That’s a doozy!
Never trip over, and land on, a cast iron press on the floor. I documented the injury because of the lawsuit that I’m going to file against the makers of that monster. I just have to build a time-machine and drive my Model-T to Chicago.
The first thing ever printed on the Poco was this:
I’ve seen better prints made with a potato.
We outgrew that little baby pretty quickly and moved on to something I’m hoping to one day never catch my hand in.
Or if I do, I hope to have something sharp in my pocket that I can use to cut my mangled hand free.