
Author: gee
Just felt like typing… with nothing to say…
The big mouth Corona 3 (1930)
Things change… the Corona 3 was sold from 1906-1939 (700,000) and modified improved with time. l8 years separate my 1912 & 1930 Corona 3 and truth be told my l912 well used, beat up, repainted Corona is a much better typer than the Corona 3 Special that looks like it was used very little and put on display. Not that this means much… two machines out of 700,000. Both built in the USA one built for the English market.

Corona 3 Special
Mind Games: A look at Lumosity.com
Improving the way we think by playing games. Mind-training. Why not… our brains are mental muscles that need exercise to strive. When I came across an article about a company called Lumosity I thought I would give it a try (as have 35 million others) and over time its like going to the gym (you feel better)… so why not keep going. Note: The fifth area is Memory… not Attention twice. Memory is my lowest score.

Burroughs gets me thinking….
Discovery often is just seeing something old in a new way. Yesterday day I put into context the age of my Royal 5 (100 years) and the lightness of its key action. Today I sit behind a 1930’s Burroughs and start to love it… just the way it is. My perception has changed.

The Royal 5 Standard (1913) still has a light touch.
When you grow up in the modern age with computer keyboards, electric typewriters… its easy to overlook just how advanced a typewriter the Royal 5 was for its time and place. Until I read up on typewriters and had experience with other 100 year old typewriters… I did not appreciate just how light a touch the Royal 5 had. When the light bulb in my head went on… I was really amazed by the machine. What I take for granted today… was a true marvel for its time.

The gift of type… from one Underwood 3-Bank to another…
The best BBQ Chips… Jays!
When driving…
There was a time when I would take every alternative route possible to go anywhere. Every trip was an opportunity to just see another part of the country. Then slowly time became important and I drove to get somewhere and trips became less interesting. When the journey is half the fun… less is expected of the destination. Sometimes just the going is worth the trip.
