Here's the answer to the Typewriter Club Live typing prompt. I banged it out on my 1954 Royal Quiet Deluxe that got a fully rubber-ducky treatment, AKA dunking in a sink full of hot soapy water and typing the hell out of it. I joined late in the meeting, like the last 30 minutes, and as always, it's a wonderful chat with like-minded typewriter fans. Though it's virtual, the friendships are real. I missed you, Ted, Bob, Brenda, and many more, especially Sarah who's been away for a long time now. Life does get in the way of typewriter fun. Sometimes I wish I could be living in the mid-century when typewriters were everywhere. Then again, I might not appreciate them as much as I do now, and I'd probably constantly be upset about the huge gaps in gender inequality. I'm glad typewriters have helped to make life better for women!
