Box Turtle Press

so i have decided that new jersey around the year 1775 was the land of Frankenstein-ian bookbinders.

either they were blind, or they were out to create monsters. diagonal stitching, stitching sections of one sheet of paper together and then covering with tape.

i have to wonder what the hell were they thinking.

i envision a really old man being handed documents told to bind them and drinking and sewing.

beer and binding don’t mix kids.
the crazies keep me employed though.