I do need to find the repair tutorial for those sprung typebars.
Then on Saturday we went to Portland, to catch the Venice exhibit at the art museum there. It was fantastic. I took along the Zephyr Deluxe Pride Line, and didn't know there was a typecast from months earlier still in there.
This typewriter had had a bit of an adventure. I had checked it into the coat check for the time we were in there, then retrieved it and promptly left it out on a platform outside the museum as we went to lunch, where I discovered the loss. When we got back, I went inside and they recognized me right away and called lost and found. He was very interested and impressed with the goodwill price tag too.
Then on Monday, I had some preparations to make.
Dad chose the Royal Aristocrat, first seen in public at the big Snohomish Type-in, where Little Flower Petals borrowed it to win the typing contest.
"Dad" in this case is a design chef who works a few feet away from me. I think he told me he'd studied literature in college, then somehow got interested in chef training and thrived at it. College is supposed to get us OUT of foodservice. I think we're both doing it wrong. Anyway we talk from time to time about reading and writing and his son is apparently a fire hose of literary creativity. An opportunity not to be missed, you'll agree.
Apparently the Typewriter was very much appreciated. Here's what Dad brought me back today.
I think we all know how that feels, kid. Welcome to the typosphere.