The nice thing about riding your bicycle across Iowa is that you get to read great words of wisdom like the one I just quoted…
To err is human to “arr” is pirate…
Category: Joy
With a Royal Citadel I feel ready to hit the road…
The Royal Citadel… and the Singer Scholastic seem the same… except the Citadel was 1/2 the price of any Singer I’ve come across in similar condition. Not to mention the Royal Dart…
When trees create helicopters…
Snow drops peace on every surface….
Snow drifts and falls and shifts and blows… and brings with it a cool comfort and soft places to fall on hard days. Snow falls and each flak drops a piece of peace if you wait… and watch it cover the worst looking spot and transforms it to a clean surface fresh and smooth!
Mr. Ernie Banks… moves on to the “Field of Dreams”
Nice guys stay in our hearts long after “winners” crash and burn in our soul… You can not take away awards and honor from those who gave honest effort and the best within them. Thank you: Ernie… number 14!
Follow the joy…
Put ten miles on my bicycle… my first miles this year. Wonder’s of wonders the world seemed fresh and full of hope at the end and I wanted to do more… so I picked up my 1906 Underwood #5 and kept having fun!
The Oliver 3 no one seemed to want…
I had seen worse… own worse in fact. I offered a price the seller thought was way low… but said if no one bid on it in seven days I could have it at my price.
The spools did not turn… I kept punching holes into the ribbon as I attempted to see what the problem was. I kept cutting off ruined ribbon… until the roll was almost done… then things began to creep and crawl and spin and turn and the next thing I knew I had a page of type … no more holes in the ribbon (what is left of it)… And the day ends with a smile!
Remington Art (Not Fredrick but Rand)…
By the time I read issue three of Etcetera… I knew that I had to have my Remington art work… (type by numbers instead of paint).
Another day… another effort to strive for nice!
At the keyboard of this 1956 Underwood… I decided that tomorrow I would strive for nice. The keys just lead me to such thoughts. Each time I sit down at this machine I strive for nice and now it inspires goodwill with a single touch. I have trained it for nice type… nice moods and goodwill thinking.
Temporary repairs get a 1912 Fox #24 typing…
I will do it right one day… for now rubber bands, tape and glue get this 102 year old sly fox typing and looking good.
