As I’ve grown older, I’ve looked back at where I was at age 20. Where my father was at the same age. That I was blessed to have him as my father is the best and only tribute needed.

Had I stayed with my computer I would have stopped sending letters 4 months ago. Slower, lots of mistakes… but it seems more honest to type the words and to strive to get a point across. I do not have to consider the words rushing around the world… I only hope it does not go directly into the trash… instead of the spam folder.
I keep walking past this 1903 Underwood #4… today I took it off the shelf and was amazed at how well it works. Then after typing a page… I did a little work on it and now want to type another page. For some reason the memory of how it didn’t work at all when I first got it stays with me… even when it types better at 115 than many other machines I use more often.
I have been online 6 years now… I had thought that it this point I would have many great insights; but instead I just have the type. I have words on paper that fill many notebooks. I have pressed and touch the keys of many wonderful machines. I find that 6 years later my fingers still look forward to the words to come, the thoughts to convey and the sounds to be heard as I type away. That’s all I really have to say… its just about the type!!