A handful of people frequently ask me what I want for Christmas or my birthday or some other event, like Halloween or Easter. (My Mother believes these are gift giving occasions, and if anyone tells her otherwise I’ll start breaking kneecaps.) The answers elude me until it’s too late. Now I have wish lists.
I’d like an Underwood No. 5. It doesn’t need to be pretty, but it should work properly. As far as antique typewriters go, these are plentiful and not too expensive.