It was the light before Keunstler, and all through the House, Not Arepo was kerning, not even Mrs Eaves. But to be Franklin, it was an Akzidenz weighting to happen. Any Dingbat could get Zapfed. The Wood Type Ornaments were Roman around Joanna, who had been acting like a complete Bembo all night. Miller was found dangling off the Arial, about to fall into the Rockwell. Fortunately he was wearing Kevlar, or he could get ultra compressed (not to mention damage his ball terminals). Meanwhile, down in the baseline, Giovanni was being Poplar and doing a Grotesk Proforma with an Oxtail, on top of the Walbaum... and in Publico! So... trying to remain Neutra, I tracked over to Bernhard who seemed to be getting a little Angro with our Eurostyle guest – she was on an extended stay. He had just Meta and was Relaying, in tortured Syntax, why Democratica wasn’t regular for the Cooper Blacks. Eurostyle called him a Didot for Perpetuating a myth, and sneered at his Goudy attire. I suggested we Clarendon air and create a Fairfield. It was hard to hear above the Din, but I’m sure Albert, the italic Orator of our family, dressed as a Centaur yelled out: “If you don’t have a Quorum, Danubia Vag!” Well... that was it. Griffith – who was more Gothic than Emo – threw down his Corona. He pushed Charlotte into Celeste, who had a Myriad of issues, not the least of which was her tendency to Fractur at an ultra light Dispatch. Everybody could hear her Cholla. Her boyfriend the Egyptian (after a slab too many) went wild and the Geeza wound up a Snell Roundhand and hit ME with a completely unjustified Knockout. Pretty soon after that, the Serif and the local News arrived taking Photinas, as if we were the Acropolis. Next morning, when I woke up, every bone in my body was Aachen, so my Filosofia for the Futura is: At Christmas, just have a thorough swash and spend old-style Times with your family. Get back to Plantin Birch in the garden, or Brushing up on a Script from earlier this Century. Even listen to some Farnham, but remember, for true Pax, stick to your type.