The day after the CIA shoots bin Laden in the head and dumps his corpse in the sea, I’m sensing weird vibes all around. Turns out almost all the planets are lined up and viewable in the morning sky and everyone’s talking about terrorist reprisals. The waves of fear and apprehension infect me as well – I dusted off the Sig P229 and loaded it with Federal Hydra-Shocks that are probably a decade old or more. All of my ammo is old now, and I’m no longer used to 30+ ounces of metal attached to my right hip. I’m *too* aware of it hanging heavily on my belt and digging into my kidney. I’m way out of practice at carrying concealed. It’s likely I’ll have to force myself to do it the rest of the week just to rediscover the proper mindset, even if this vague feeling that bad craziness is about to happen vanishes before then.
With all this apprehension going around, you’d maybe expect it was a bad day for me, but no – my Typewriter Bone started tingling again, as I approached the LDS thrift store (Deseret) that’s along my route back home from work. Despite my self-imposed ban on actively looking for typers and my nervousness about leaving the P229 in the car, I was compelled to stop and take a quick tour of the Typewriter Shelf. Nothing but plastic wedges, but my T-Bone is still tingling, so I round the corner and take a quick peek at the shelf that they normally keep the Crock Pots and George Foreman grills on – and behold: there on a little card table sits an opened Galaxie-class suitcase with a mid-60’s SCM Super Sterling in it, covered in $5.00 price stickers (I peeled off 4 separate but identical ones when I got it home)
Update: Tori came home from work and immediately fell in love with the dang thing. The color, as usual, was the deciding factor, since she seemed completely disinterested in either of the two Galaxie-class machines I picked up earlier this month. It now has a name: Roger Sterling. You know, from Mad Men. Officially, this will be her sixth typewriter. Plus my fabulous fifteen makes 21. We now have more typewriters than fingers, so we’ll soon be seeking professional help.