I recently inherited my Grandfather’s circa 1954 Royal HH typewriter when he passed away. After I had cleaned it up and reinstalled the bi-colored ribbon, a feat unto its self, I banged out one last message.

Now, I’ll probably never use the typewriter as a composition machine, but as a piece of vintage office equipment it represents a bygone era. A time when writers contemplated what they wrote, carefully measuring each stroke of the key, each sentence poised and direct. I enjoy writing, though it is not my official trade, and the typewriter serves as a reminder to make each word count, each line convey a meaning.