I was sitting in my office cranking out another Senior Moments column on my computer when I got to thinking about my old manual typewriter.
Writing was much more difficult back then even if I didn’t realize it at the time.
One thing that sometimes made it a monstrous chore was my old manual typewriter.
It was a large machine, all right.
It was roughly the same size as a 1952 Buick.
A sedan.
My uncle gave me my old typewriter when I was a very young guy.
I thanked him many times but, doggone it all, I never did learn how to use the darned thing.
The typewriter had a way of misspelling words.
It was also was darned good when it skipped spaces and when it capaitalized letters that had no business being capitalized.
I don’t use that old typewriter any more.
But I still have it and it is gathering dust and gosh-knows-what else in the far corner of one of the closets at my house.
Sometimes I get the urge to haul out that old typewriter.
