March madness, exhaustion, and type heaven

March madness mean something new to me. My spring break trip to Germany to see my son Vance, his wife Kerin, and three granddaughters--Katherine, Sarah Beth, and Neysa, gave me a one week reprieve from three months of blogging every day. But by the end of the month, I was done.
The blog still reached the most hits it ever had in a month, just a few short of 4,000. Since then, I've stewed, with lots to write, but no deadline, little motivation. Thankfully, both a Ugandan and Lithuanian clicked on the blog this week, promoting writing.
I'm now behind in daily blogs, but at least it's moving again, motivation for this Capricorn first born, thinking about the letters I effortlessly type compared to what Gutenberg did in Germany almost 500 years ago.

Pilgrimage to type heaven

It's not backward, but upside down, and any old printer can easily read it. 

He was a goldsmith with a gold mine of an idea, and in 1440-1450 in the Middle Ages he changed world history and culture, making possible the Renaissance and the Reformation and the middle class and freedom and much more. I visited the Gutenberg Museum in Mainz, Germany, last week, and felt like I was on holy ground. As an old printer, I found myself at home among the artifacts, the displays, the presses, the type, the Bibles, and yes, the rich, unique smell of ink and presswash.  I'm still digesting all of this, but more is to come soon.