Today, we found not one but two out-of-work typewriters over at the NOAH resale shop. These machines were in the midst of all kinds of resale Stuff. Not often that you even see a typewriter these days. How many generations has it been since the Royal, Underwood or IBM was king of the office?
However, here are two portables that are enjoying a more upbeat fate as Art Objects over at the Raven Cafe. One is on a table, the other is taking the place of a painting, hanging, space bar down, on a wall.
All of which reminded me that I still have my IBM correctable, wide-carriage Executive in Stash, in the event computers are declared illegal or some such catastrophe. Do note the color: R.E.D! One of my proud possessions from an earlier age. Of course, it is kind of silly of me to hold on to an electric; if civilization collapses, a manual typewriter is the only possible solution. A Royal, preferably.
In the course of my wanderings these past few months, I came across a pair of recycle bins that just begged to be partnered. The first was this fine collection of soda pop cans down at the Birdsong Creek marina in Tennessee which I visited with TONFM (The Other Niece from Memphis). The big surprise? All that Mountain Dew; for overseas readers, MD is a lemon-lime soft drink concoction. I had thought that the South was Dr. Pepper country, but I don't see any below.
And here's the similar bin, over at the local upper crust Goodwill store on SR69. Don't weep for the decline in literacy that this might represent -- these titles are the same sort of stuff that one multi-story second hand bookstore in Chicago used to sell for 5 cents a pound.
I wouldn't want to give Goodwill a bad rap for denigrating the printed word. The more respectable reading matter (i.e., more likely to sell) is available on neat shelves at the back of the store.
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