APA 2025 Daredevil Wayzgoose, A Personal Recap…

A personal recap of the APA 2025 Daredevil Wayzgoose
in Rochester, New York, June 5-8, 2025

By the APA Mailer, Nora YoUng, APA #981


Wayzgoose: A Word as Odd as It Is Wonderful

“Wayzgoose.” Nobody really knows where it came from, but it sounds like a long-lost Dr. Seuss character. Whatever its origins, it’s the perfect excuse for printers, book nerds, and lovers of ink to gather, eat, drink, and celebrate the craft that keeps us coming back for more.

This year’s APA Daredevil Wayzgoose in Rochester was nothing short of fantastic, thanks to the tireless team who pulled it together (you know who you are), the ever-energetic Geri McCormick and crew, and the robust Rochester letterpress community who flung their shop doors wide open to welcome us. More than a weekend of type and presses, it was proof that this community is thriving—and very good at throwing a party.

The Goose had it all—workshops, tours, lectures, auctions, and more type than a dictionary on steroids—but for me, the best part was simple: camaraderie. As the Mailer, I know everyone’s names and towns from the monthly bundles, but meeting the real people behind the colophons? That’s magic. This is my tribe—the best bunch of ink intellectuals you could ask for.


Thursday: Marbling, Tours, and Hot Dogs

Thursday was split between tours and workshops. While some explored Rochester’s print-rich landscape, I set up camp at the Flower City Arts Center—a refurbished firehouse with presses and type in the basement and pure fun upstairs.

I dove into Paper Marbling with Susan Doran, who taught the Ebru style (think antique endpapers gone psychedelic). Susan made it so foolproof that even if you sneezed mid-swirl, you’d still walk away with a masterpiece. I left with a stack I’ll turn into Christmas books.

Between workshops, most of us wandered to DogTown for lunch—yes, they serve hot dogs, and no, it’s not fancy. It’s the kind of joint where the menu fits on a napkin and the ketchup bottle sticks to the table. Zero pretension with plenty of laughs with print pals. Perfect.

That night’s meet-and-greet at Swiftwater Brewing had everything: beer, food, and the delightful chaos of printers in one room. I caught up with Heidi Mozingo and her husband Glen, finally met Jason Wedekind, chatted with Erin Beckloff and met the real Tony Zanni—formerly “one of the people I stalk on Instagram.” Smiles everywhere. A solid Goose kickoff.


Friday: Fonts, Films, and Frederick Goudy

Friday brought presentations at the Rochester Public Library. Jessica Spring’s talk on Daredevil Typesetting stole the show—her bold, visual examples lit up the room and left me itching to get back to the press. I sat with John Horn and met the Johnsons, John and Nancy Jane. Lunch was just down the street in a grand old train station—food was good, architecture was better, and the company topped them both.

Studio tours followed, though I ducked out for a board meeting. Still, Rochester’s printers were out in force, flinging open their doors to show off presses, type, and the sheer vitality of their local scene. Their generosity and enthusiasm were a recurring theme all weekend.

Later at RIT, Amelia Hugill-Fontanel graciously hosted us for a reception and a peek into the Cary and Stephen O. Saxe Collections, including treasures from Frederick Goudy. Hours later, back on campus, we previewed The Pantone Guy, a documentary-in-progress. If you don’t know Pantone, let’s just say your world is less colorful than it could be.


Saturday: Swaps, Auctions, and Necklaces

Saturday began with the Swap, our beloved ritual of trading and treasure-hunting. I was up early to set out my wares, and sales were brisk. Whether I came out ahead, broke even, or just converted cash into heavier luggage is anyone’s guess. I shared a table with Mike Moore and swapped stories with Lonnie Smith at the booth next door. Moore Wood Type also stole the show with a vintage vending machine stocked with plastic containers of “printer” candy—pure genius.

This year was also our first time covering the cost of attending the Wayzgoose for two people, thanks to the fundraising event and the sale of “Wayzzles.” With such great support, we’re hopeful this tradition will continue next year—another way our community puts ink where its heart is.

Then came the auction—pure, glorious mayhem. Auctioneer Mark Barbour kept the room roaring while Cathleen Cherry worked miracles at the sales table. Printers cheered, bid, and battled for treasures. Tony Guadagnolo’s “That’s The Ticket” project was on display, a shining example of how collaborative work can be elevated into something truly special.

Evening brought more tours, cocktails, and dinner, capped by keynote speaker Kiva Stimac, who entertained us with tales of running an arts organization in Canada. Somewhere in the mix, Cathy Clark Craig and her husband handed out 3-D printed California Case necklaces—wearable proof of how creativity and community go hand-in-hand.


Sunday: Pizza, Presses, and Goodbyes

Sunday was goodbye day for many, but Rochester wasn’t done with us yet. Geri McCormick and her Virgin Wood Type team opened their shop for tours and demos—another act of generosity from the hosts who made us feel at home all weekend. We also swung by Tony Zanni’s studio for a nickel tour of his presses and type collection, capped off with breakfast pizza that may or may not have stolen the show.
With eight hours of road ahead, we finally headed home, Wayzgoose 2025 in the rearview and fresh inspiration in our veins.


APA 2025 Daredevil Wayzgoose Group Photo at RIT

APA 2025 Daredevil Wayzgoose Group Photo at RIT [Click on image for full sized picture]

Thank you, Rochester. To Geri and her crew, to Amelia Hugill-Fontanel, to the local printers who opened their doors, and to the organizers who made the whole thing run – what a weekend. The Goose delivered: friendship, inspiration, laughter, and ink on our hands. Already counting down to next year.

Passing of Troy H. “Type High” Groves, #911

Troy H. “Type High” Groves, #911

December 17, 1971 – August 13, 2025

Troy “Type High” Groves, with Arwinn Heartisan and Apprentice Eleanor
at the Sharlot Hall Museum, Prescott, Arizona, July 2024

It is with great sadness that we must announce the sudden death of Troy Groves from a fatal car accident on Wednesday, August 13th, 2025. His love of letterpress and the History of the APA will be greatly missed by all. At only 53 years of age, Troy was taken from us all at a far too young age! Below is the post from his wife Lisa on Instagram along with his favorite recent picture:


“On Wednesday, Troy was involved in a fatal car accident. To say that I am devastated is an understatement. Daphne and I are spending the weekend together remembering him and all of his quirky, wonderful moments. The world is less bright without him. This man changed my life for the better in a multitude of ways, and, for that, I am forever grateful.”


Passing of Graham Moss, #710

Photo Courtesy of The Incline Press Facebook Page

Graham Moss

November 30, 1947 – July 16, 2025

Graham died on July 16th at 12.30pm in Dumfries hospital. Kidney cancer, out of the blue. This photo is only 6 weeks ago.

“No regrets”, he said.

Graham was an active member of the APA from 2000 until 2016.

In leu of a formal obituary, per Graham’s request, here is something from the Incline Press Facebook Page:

[Please remember the “I” in the copied post below refers
to the person at Incline Press who wrote the post @ https://www.facebook.com/inclineprinting]


Thank you, for the vast number of messages of kindness and support, too many to reply to. People have asked two questions. Firstly our address is 8 St John Street, Creetown, DG8 7JF.

Secondly, Graham requested ‘no fuss.’ He wanted an unattended cremation, no memorials or funerals, and warned me that if I ever attempted a Memento Mori style book about him, he would be furious. But that might be more to do with my poor-quality typography, to be fair.

Graham has friends all over the world, and specified very strongly, no wringing of hands please (he caught me having a weep in the hospital and barked ‘ah, go on now!’) However, he probably underestimated how loved he was. So I have a plan to do something that will be fun and include everyone…

Graham’s great passion of course, was making beautiful books, and every design decision aimed to make the book as readable as possible. He told me that his legacy are the books on people’s shelves, so let’s have an Incline Press reading day.

I have the difficult task of sorting out the last of the Bow Street building next week, but I know there is a fair bit of stock, and selling it now seems wrong. Incline Press must end, so lets do it in style. I would suggest we pick a day, and then read his books together in an informal international reading circle and remember him well, enjoying what he has made for us.

If you do not have one of Graham’s books or would like something new, please DM me your address and I will send you something from the stock. He was a very generous man, and it seems a good way to get the last of his work out into the bookshelves of the world, I think it would please him as he always was always keen to make his work accessible to all pockets. You can chuck a penny in the charity pot of your choice. It might take me a few weeks to get that sorted out, so I will keep you posted on the date of the reading day.

As a bit of a collector (ahem!) Graham also has a very hearty amount of metal type, some of which I would like to find a home for, so get in touch.

[Photos on the facebook page:] Here are some of the photos of Graham I have found scattered around the building over the last three years, which I have gathered together in a safe place, I thought you might like to see them. The yellow hard-hat is particularly weird and fabulous.

Graham had already become semi-conscious when we found out it was cancer 6 days ago, so we never really got a chance to talk or say a proper goodbye. But I think he said all he wanted when I asked him ‘is there anything I can do for you?’ (expecting a to-do list) and he replied ‘look after yourself’. I am still reeling from the loving kindness and simplicity of the reply and pass it on, though our joy was to look after each other.

“Look after yourself.”