Friday, November 16th, 2012

Smith Corona SkyriterThere was a package waiting on the front stoop yesterday evening.

“That looks too big to be the thing I ordered,” My Darling B said when she spotted it as we pulled into the driveway. “Did you order something?”

“Maybe.”

Looking sideways at me she asked, “Is it a typewriter?”

Pause. “Maybe.”

Rolling her eyes, she got out of the car.

It was an impulse buy, as all my typewriter purchases are. I couldn’t help it. After Tim brought me his Skyriter for repairs and I took it for a test drive, I started searching teh intarwebs for one just like his. Turns out they’re outrageously expensive on e-bay but I found one on Goodwill’s auction site for just five bucks, although somebody jacked the price up to ten bucks before the auction ended.

It’s going to need quite a bit of attention. It’s got enough hair in it to make an anatomically correct mouse, and there’s a bit of rust to buff off. Also, some of the keys are bent, which will take a bit of fine-tuning. Looks great on the bench, though, and will look even better once I clean it up, if you’re not an eye-rolling typewriter looker-downer like some people.

delivery | 10:14 pm CDT
Category: entertainment, hobby, My Darling B, O'Folks, play, typewriters
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2 Comments

  1. 1 B said at 8:19 am on November 17th, 2012:

    I bet if you told the good people just how many typewriters you own, they would roll their eyes too.

  2. 2 Dave said at 11:10 am on November 18th, 2012:

    Well we’ll just see about that, young lady!