You’d think I would tell you about these as the season is beginning, right? I live to disappoint.
Not really but today was the grand finale of the series of Sunday garage sales.
You can get all fitted out for our next, long season here. (When I moved here, I was told we had two seasons: Christmas and the 4th of July. And we could experience them both on the same day, sometimes. It was 80 today, so… yeah.)
I had one of these when I was a kid. It’s not a small part of why I can do mental arithmetic with such ease.
Isaac Asimov or Ernest Hemingway or one of those guys used to write on this very typewriter. That’s what the guy selling it for $40 said, anyway.