My father believed in the virtue of penmanship.
As a wee one he’d make me practice my writing for hours and would crumple sheets of letters if he didn’t think they were up to par.
Over the years though, as a man, I’ve been praised for my handwriting. I will even go out of my way to buy the best pens so as to enhance my impressions on crisp white paper or yellow Post-It notes.
To my son, I’ll encourage the same fondness for lettering. Perhaps not with the same fervor.
