Just the type (writer)
Before we get started, just in case you’re under a certain age, or maybe from another planet, I want to point something out. When you came to my blog page, you may have noticed that picture at the top of the page. That’s a typewriter keyboard. Yep, a typewriter; one of those old-fashioned word processors that can do its job without electricity or wi-fi. Specifically, it’s my old Olympia SM-9 portable. It was a beautiful thing to behold. Mostly white-ish, but with blue-green accents and a good bit of chrome, it was colorful enough to look like a toy, but so packed with German engineering and precision, It was more of a Swiss Army knife. Alas, no corkscrew. At one time, it was the jewel of my small collection of typewriters, a collection that started accidentally and grew as my desires changed and as my income would allow. It was fast, needing only a light touch to get the words onto the page, and it wasn’t just a big, black metal box like...
