I have a few friends who deal in antiques, and they say all the kids are crazy about typewriters. Obviously, those kids haven’t spent a bunch of time, you know, typing on them…
I have my dad’s old typewriter, a Royal manual one. It weighs approximately 125 pounds, which is coincidently the same amount of pressure per square inch that it requires to depress the keys enough to carry them all the way forward to strike the paper. Once, a few years ago, as I was preparing for the local studio tour event, I thought that I should provide while-you-wait poems typed on the old typewriter. Guess how long THAT idea lasted? Yep. Until I actually tried typing on the damn thing. But still, as I write this the typewriter sits just an arm’s length away. You never know when it might come in handy.*
*Yes. Yes you do. Never is when it’ll come in handy.