Of course, we had to go. To The Type Space and Ace Typewriter. How could we not? Leave the wives at home and go out to the typewriter stores. It was a manly thing to do.
We both went with a vow. A vow to keep each of us from buying a typewriter. One was a boss, A Boss? A 192x something priced less than he expected. That was Kent’s thing to buy if he was building a collection for a museum. An Underwood for me, at Ace. An Underwood like my Mom had when she had a typewriter and used it for resumes and term papers and trying to forget what it was like in the Army.
As we arrived home, me carrying a well it looked like a typewriter, but it was a case for a Hermes which I lack for one of mine. It is not good to be missing a case for a Hermes. Matt, bless his soul, had a plastic one.
It does not go with a Hermes 3000 but maybe, just maybe it would fit. “Here, take it. Just bring it back when you are in the area next.” “You realize that could be in 2025?” Yeah, that would be fine. Matt is a great guy to deal with. It fits in a wobbly way. Front to back it can be made to fit which it does, kinda sorta. Side to side it is loose. Do I want it? Would you want it? It certainly beats nothing at all. And who knows when or how I will find a lid to a 1968 Hermes 3000.
Kent did not know where we were going. Either time. The Type Space is, really, a walk from my home. About a mile and a quarter or so with minimal hills. Less than half an hour for normal people. We were lucky and found a parking spot close by the place. Spent some time and then left. Yes, he did want to go to the other place. Kent did not say “you betcha”, so he is not fully a Wisconsinite yet. Wisconsinite, at least not yet. Ace is not a walking distance from home, unless you have a lot of time on your hands or are training for a Camino, a Camino de Santiago walk that is usually 12 to 20 kilometers a day. Neither of us are training for that. So driving it was done in good conscious. (sp) Ace Typewriter is in Saint John’s area of Portland, up by where the Willamette and Columbia rivers join up. On the way there Kent got some blather about Portland.
Having resisted the temptations of the Boss (?) and the Underwood and meandered back home to find out that 28 Tigers was indeed open, starting at 4:00 we returned home to fresh reheated mac and cheese. It is a good day.
-—- MichaelRpdx :: ih3k :: 2022-04-08