My darling wife knows my predilection for office implements. Particularly metal ones, like staplers.
And four-ton IBM Selectric typewriters.
She spotted a forlorn Selectric sitting on the curb today. She screeched to a halt, leaped out of the car, muscled it into the back, took it home, and wrestled it onto my desk.
Where it waits. Lurking. Awaiting my return.
I can't wait to get home and see my new baby.
If it needs repair, I will get it repaired.
There's just something so comforting about the hum of a Selectric. Something so firm and joyous about the way the ball whips across the page at the touch of a key.
This one might even have self-correction on it. Oooh! The mind boggles.
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Oh, and I bet it makes the best clickety-clackety noise before it ZINGS! over to the next line.
Might make a fine anchor for that boat of yours too ;)
It's beeeeeuuuuuuuutiful!
This summer I toured the Poynter Institute in St. Pete where they had the typewriter to end all typewriters on display. It belonged to Mr. Poynter himself and was a gorgeous item indeed. My son doesn't know what a type writer is...
Oh Marvin I have one of those too, lol, but different brand. You know they are good for printing duplicate cheques, lol.
BTW Marvin I dropped by to wish you a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Lots, lots of happiness. Also I wanted to send warm thanks for being a good blogger friend. Anna :)
You're wife is a keeper! Isn't nostalgia fun?
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