In the summer of 1988 my family and I packed up our things and moved from Bournemouth, England, to San Antonio, Texas. As a shy and culture-shocked 15 year-old, I took my first tentative steps toward my formative years as a budding American with more than a little trepidation.
I clung to my roots ferociously during those early years, and the memories I’d formed as a young, drainpipe jean-wearing, Branston Pickle-eating Brit served as the basis for what I now fondly refer to as my mid-Atlantic identity. These fonts and the stories that inspired them represent some of those early memories.
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