There was nothing in the box but the typewriter… not a single bit of cushioning. About a foot of empty space… but it arrived without damage. They really built this to last. Since it sold for $21.00… I assume the shipper did not value it…
I was walking to my car and saw movement… it was small and ugly. It was a living armadillo…. I’ve only seen them laying flat and in the middle of a road.
I was just about to go and ride my bike… but I turned around and got my camera.
Its the month of May… which is the month I move into bicycle rides that get longer and longer and over 200 for the month.
All kinds of words appear when you sit down to type…
It seems to happen so often… a talent gone before their time. People who have access to the best care…
While at the library I came across the DVD set for “The Winds of War” a 1980″s mini-series based on the book by Herman Wouk. As I watched I decided to look up current info and discovered that Mr. Wouk is 100 years of age and had a new book published in January 2016 (Sailor and Fiddler…) which he claims to be his last work. Makes one want to keep typing…
Even new I would not be impressed with its typeface… but at 104 years the typewriter itself impresses me soul!
Even before the April showers… my yard is full of flowers. So warm in fact that global warming seems more fact than fiction.
When you consider the fact that the opposite of being off center is being self-centered; then its not odd at all!
Putting other’s before self… would make oneself centered… which would be odd in it self.
Sometimes… what you buy for parts becomes something you can not part with.
This 1927 Smith Premier 30 fools you into thinking it is scrap… then it starts to play…
