While at the in-laws today, Brian's mom was talking about cleaning some stuff out and the conversation turned to the portable typewriter Brian had when he was in grade school.
He knew that I'd love to have this, so he asked, and they gladly let us take it. I know he thinks I want to clean it up for the room we are refinishing, but the truth is, I want to write with it. It has such charm and feels like it still has so many stories left to tell. After looking up the serial number, it looks like it was made between 1923 and 1925.
I am giddier than a kid in a candy store with a $20 bill