I was watching the DNC virtual convention and I thought I understood what I was seeing… until the commentators started to speak. Then I learned all the things I missed and what was a “home run” and the many messages being sent. I thought I was watching a roll call and wondered why a running total was not on screen. In fact I still don’t know what the final vote total is (not that it matters). But perhaps years from now my mind will spark and understanding will be clear.
Remember Harry S. Truman, he had a sign on his desk: “The Buck Stops here!” meaning that responsibility came to its resting place at his desk. It would not be passed on to someone else or another department. I miss that type of thinking. I looked at what I typed and I alone am the blame for its content, not the way of the world… not the media… its all GEE!
There is so much about the world I do not understand. Lots of things people do and say is beyond my ability to accept… but with time perhaps understanding and acceptance will come. We just need to give others more time… not take away a life-time… there is no chance of change in that.
When all is said and done… just being able to be thankful… is a good thing!
The more miles I ride my bike… the more it feels like summer!
I got out my 110 year old Oliver #3 and at the end of the page felt great… a typewriter high!
What’s in a name? Enough to make me curious…
I must admit that I am a twisted person… I could not overlook Dickens and Oliver and as some kid once said: “I want some more…”
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!
Two years ago I bought an Oliver (Bat Ear) typewriter and it was a major disaster in my collecting career. Paid to much for a hunk of rust. I obtained parts, bought a manual and watched You-Tube video’s regarding repair. Then one very hot day… I had the carriage removed wanted to put it back on and like a square peg; made things worse than when I started. So I said never again. Then this one came my way… works sort of… I used my Everest to post (fitting).
