I worked for most of my publishing life on a 1923 cast-iron Underwood upright given to me by my grandfather when I was twelve.
A few years back, the only man in Omaha who knew how to repair it died. I purchased this HP contraption and used it as a word processor until a few weeks ago when the post office raised the price of postage again.
I decided to join the 21st century. It’s a tad scary. Things move very quickly on this side of tomorrow. And there is occasional grace – I have found YouTube!
Issue 06 · August 2009
Table of contents
- From the editors
- Postcard Prose
- Travel Notes