Remember hand drafting?
Ahhh… the old days. We drafted by hand. We coveted style and individuality as much as we worshipped clarity and accuracy. We tried not to drip sweat on the vellum while cranking out plates during NYC heat waves. We lettered, erased, and re-lettered until the spacing was just right. Our giant drafting tables, spiroliner parallel rules, and koh-i-noor mechanical drafting pencils (.3, .5, .7, and .9) were our trustworthy and loyal tools. Our triangles glided smoothly across our drawings, hovering above the surface via the magic of eraser dust until we gently pressed them down onto the page and made our marks. Crosshatching MEANT something, dammit! We drew every line! None of this “Click… done!” Pah. Mmfph.