It is an early, cool and overcast morn here in the desert, one of those rare moments when the urban sprawl can actually feel a bit lonely, and certainly post-apocalyptic. I am rife with insomnia and I am lovesick, pining over something I do not have.
Now don't misunderstand me; I do currently have a Royal Standard No. 5 with an Underwood Standard No. 3 on the way, so I am not completely typewriter-less. But when compared to the Olivers like the one pictured here, they just aren't the same. I must somehow procure an Oliver. I can just imagine typing on this relic...and loving every moment of it. I am aware that they aren't exactly rare beasts, but that makes no difference to me. They are ancient, their look is wicked, their basic colour is green, and that's plenty enough to turn my gears. This machine is truly my heart's desire.
Suggestions? One for sale or trade? Love or hate the design? Please discuss in the comments below.
Use your words as your weapon,