I have finally gotten the seller of the Tandy 200 and Model 100 I aquired some weeks ago to actually ship them. Poor fellow suffers from some sort of public spaces anxiety and was leaving me notes about his heroic attempts to forge the single block between his home and the nearest post office. His missives read like chapters of the Illiad, as he painstakingly detailed his adventures selecting the box and packing and the three-week long process of working up the nerve to actually take the box to the post office.
My encouraging affirmations that he could indeed survive the mission finally paid off – the box should be here tomorrow, when I’m certain I’ll have to sign for it in triplicate and submit a DNA sample to the fifty armed guards and armored truck driver who should be delivering an iron strongbox padded with live kittens and protected by inconceivably advanced force fields, containing my goods. Some people just take living a little too seriously, you know?
No real typewriter news this weekend – I’ve not made my rounds at all in close to 7 days, so no new typewriters in the corral. Work has filled up my spare time, except for the few snatches I can steal to play with Dana Unit C17. She sure is a mighty fine writin’ device.