|11.5 x 21 x 2.3 cm|
When we moved to 6th avenue in 2009, there was a shop two doors down called Hennington Press. David, the proprietor, had been born in that building, as had his father. He was a third generation printer. When the computer came along, it relegated the printing press a very large and oily and strange thing. So while we made our arrival in the neighborhood, David orchestrated his exit.
As we shared an inverse relocation, I would visit, give him a buck or two for old stuff like this printing plate, try and help move a machine, usually fail, buy some more old stuff from him. Then he moved to Israel.