Some strange force compelled me to stop by the local Goodwill store yesterday after work, a force that whispered insistently “There’ll be a nice, shiny black Voss waiting for you, i guarantee it!” (This voice has popped up regularly since I saw the pics of Duffy Moon’s beautiful Voss). Well, the voice lied, sorta. There was no Voss waiting for me, but upon making a beeline for the shelf where this Goodwill regularly stashes it’s typewriters, I do see a distinctive grey and white case and I immediately plop down in front of it and open it up. Inside is a mid-sixties Olympia with the words “Needs Some Work” grease-penciled on it. By “Work”, the good folks at Goodwill meant “the carriage doesn’t move and the keys don’t press all the way down”. Knowledgeable readers will recognize these symptoms as the common state of well-stored typewriters whose owners know what the carriage lock lever is for. $5.99 later, and I have added a pristine-condition Olympia SM-9 Deluxe to my collection, which is the newest typewriter I own now – having been manufactured the same year I was born.
It didn’t stay mine for long, though. My girlfriend happens to love Olympias, and an SM of the same vintage and color as her beloved Socialite was just too shiny to not be hers. Within minutes of her getting home from work, she’d gushed over it and then Named and Claimed it. The SM 9 is now christened “Doris Day” and is now her fourth typewriter rather than my eighth (or ninth, I’ve sorta lost count).