Does anyone remember those machines we used to call typewriters? They’re those really loud boxes with daisy-wheels, clickity-click keys, and frustrating tape-ink rolls.
There’s something special about typewriters that a computer can never replace. I’m normally the last person to get nostalgic all over dead technology, but if there are two things that a computer can never (not yet..) truly replace it’s reading from a real live book in your hand and writing a story or novel on a typewriter.
Yesterday I dug an old Smith-Corona out of the attic while cleaning things up…