One of my favorite sounds, back in the day, was of my dad at his typewriter. It was his weapon of choice, and I guess that might be where I get my love of writing and storytelling. Fueled by disgruntlement he would smite the keys with his index fingers, serving up nasty letters intended to make himself feel like a warrior.
He used carbon paper, and he always saved his favorite letters. I found this duplicate left in my mom's files.
Happy Father's Day
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