Hey, look what my sister found in her cache of our old family stuff:
This was our mom’s old typewriter, barely used. (By us. As I said yesterday, I preferred the Smith-Corona Sterling.) Serial numbers peg its manufacture to 1938, and Pam reports they’re fetching good prices on eBay, so that’s where it’s going. I hope it goes to some hipster enthusiast and not to someone who will carve it up and make something silly, like this steampunk wristband (speaking of Brooklyn hipsters):
Although I have seen some cute Etsy stuff made of old typewriter keys — bracelets and cufflinks and the like. Stuff like this. I guess that decision — to leave intact or disassembled for parts — is up to the buyer.
My mother was 18 in 1938. The time, it do fly.
And now it is 9:05, and I have an appointment to give blood in 25 minutes. I’m as tired as a rented mule and hope it’s not due to anemia — I guess I’ll find out. So right to the bloggage:
One of the amusing things about all the movie action here is the props that get left behind. The
Chinese North Korean police station from the “Red Dawn” remake stayed in place for a while after they left, and there have been other things. Jim from Sweet Juniper ran across one the other day. Funny.
Well, I’m glad somebody else noticed. Yay, John Stewart.
The rest of the day’s political news is simply too depressing for words. With that, I limp toward the weekend. Have a good one, all.