a spontaneous poem for you.
So words become; the order of the day and order of the day becomes the soldiered meaning of all work and play, the ever present, beating drums. Then words become; the lure of the lie and liars lure every son with shadows of gold 'til they all but die, to retire, to be, to be done. And then, once again; the words become the order of every day to sleep, to awake, to be dead and done, 'til all words fly, ever away.
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The Royal Futura 800 – obviously used a good bit. Still in fine condition, albeit some paint spattering on the ribbon cover.
I’m a sucker for the 50’s Royals that have the red keystone. Press the button, and up flips the ribbon cover.
Purchased at a local antique shop. I’ll be checking in with them from time to time, now that they’ve got MY number…
Everyone has a dentist story. Trust me, this is not the end of my observation on the subject. Nonetheless, you really should go. Your teeth are worth it. Read on…
Here I have a Smith-Corona Skyriter from 1954.
It’s not the sexiest typewriter from that era, but it functions well. I have another that needs some draw band repair, happily this one is fully functional.
I’ll probably get around to replacing the ribbon when I organize my first type-in later this year. Folks in Erie deserve to experience the wonder of typewriters too, they just may not know it yet. ~TH~