A widow asked my uncle if he could use the letterpresses rotting in her basement. “Not me,” he said with a shudder, “but Jennifer might want to look at them.” I couldn’t afford to save the presses, but I rescued the type and am slowly sorting it. The last owner used his presses to propagated his religion. In that spirit my trusty Pop-Up Propaganda Press travels to fairs printing irrelevant quotes…or it did before COVID.