7/7/13

This past spring, I won a beautiful 1960 Olympia typewriter in a raffle. I named it Penny, a name which seemed appropriate on many levels, considering it included both the hope of a modest monetary gain and a reference to the colloquially accepted price for one’s thoughts.

Upon bringing out the little piece of machinery today, I realized (once again) that there are few things more affirming to a writer than being able to peck away at an old-fashioned typewriter.