Today I took a few typewriters over to another house we have nearby (referred to as BRAVO – the main house as you might guess is ALPHA). I decided to place a Smith-Corona Silent inside the typing desk. I also took over the 1948 Royal Quiet De Luxe and my 1946 Smith-Corona Clipper. I’ll be bouncing back and forth between the two houses over the next several weeks. Just hate the thought of being without a typewriter.
Now I’m choosing which machines will accompany me on an upcoming writing retreat. ~TH~
Yes, I like typewriters. Recently I have backed off of my own use of the words ‘love’ and ‘hate’ in regard to experiences, devices and people. Unless I truly do hate… or love them. After all, I don’t hate certain politicians who occasionally sit in the oval office. Suffice it to say, they may not be my ‘cup of tea’.
This short narrative however, brings home why I love typewriters. Oops!
So, here I find myself writing more letters than Jefferson ever did. OK, well, maybe just the same number of letters that Jefferson did.
Regardless, some bait for this behavior has been dangled by our very own United States Postal Service for decades. Small wonder. They were basically the only game in town.
**** WARNING: PHILATELY AHEAD! ****
Not wishing to be “Booooooooooor-ing!”, I now purchase unused postage stamps online fer cheap. Yep, ya gotta lik em. Here we have a series of stamps I recently purchased.
You will note that in order to actually use the stamps, you must tear great works of art asunder. So instead, you become… a collector. Whoops.
Rest assured, I will be tearing these out and using them to send missives to my scattered friends. This last bastion of the Federal Government’s good deeds shall not go down without a fight. Shove yer Eeeeee-mail! ~TH~
Just got back from a two day writing retreat, zipping around my childhood stomping grounds. Caught up with some friends, got some writing done, and oh yeah… picked up a grungy, mostly functional office typewriter. It will be fully functioning soon.