Going through old files as part of an office renovation, I came across these samples from a post-collegiate advertising "book" that I was creating, half-heartedly it appears, at the kitchen table in my studio apartment, with a typewriter and crayons.
And only yesterday—23 years after it was committed—did my wife catch the typo in the headline below. Where was she when I needed her?
Dave, I am ashamed to have admired your writing skills way back when. Symbols, not cymbals? This even tops the cover letter and resume that a prospective employer had the courtesy to proofread and return to me. Because it’s hand illustrated.