Today I walked into the antique mall for my weekly dose of stress relief. I was searching for an old license plate to use as a paper tray for my Olympia SG1. At this point I have a reputation there: “It’s the typewriter guy!” and, ” How are you, Mr. Typewriter?” All typewriter collectors understand this experience. Other shoppers stared at the tall man with the porkpie hat. “Typewriters?” People understand antique furniture, jewelry, and kitsch, but typewriters in the age of the iPhone?
In any case, sellers and staff directed my attention to various machines. There was an overpriced Underwood 5 waiting to become someone’s decoration. I looked at a Royal O. I was not interested, but I told the seller (a trusty connection) that he could get a good price for it. He finally showed me to another seller who was flummoxed by a Smith Corona taking up space in her booth. I was not interested, but they lowered and lowered the price. I checked out the machine: a 1953 Super whose only issue seemed to be a broken draw-band. $25.00. I supposed that I could salvage it and sell it. I lately have had success selling a few of my typewriters. So, why not? I am now in the business of fixing and selling.