This Summer, we met a stranger in a Hardee's parking lot in the city to pick up an old typewriter we'd found on Craig's List. I wanted it for no other reason than "just because."
Even though it seemed a strange way to get an early 1900's typewriter, I'm happy we made that odd journey across the Bay. I'm crazy about its clickety-clackety sound and the pretty "buttons." And the inner workings fascinate me. I can't wait to polish it up.
Those are our college love letters under that red bow. Not a one of them are typewritten, thank God. I love seeing his handwriting on those old sappy notes, addressed to my college dorm, from his dorm across campus. It tickles me sometimes to read one of his notes aloud to him. It makes him squirm for some reason to hear, "Well, goodnight, sweetheart. I can't wait until I can hold you in my arms whenever I want. " ::Snicker::
Stuff like that is funny, and sappy, and beautiful so many married years later.