I may have had grand plans to write a book when I agreed to take my grandmother’s behemoth IBM Selectic typewriter when we were cleaning out her house. It was the most widely sold typewriter ever produced and features the snappy golf-ball mechanism where you can watch the ball spin around as you type. Facing up to reality this morning, I sold the typewriter and sent it off to its new and grateful owner, liberating a space in my house. (And let’s be honest, the book, if I ever write it, will be composed on my computer.)
Happiness as Anarchy #225: Sending things to new homes
