Edwin at the bank.

I’ve been going to the same bank for years and Edwin and I always talk about generalities… but somehow, it came up today that I’d been at a typewriter store this morning…and he confessed he’s always wanted to buy one, ‘just to have on a coffee table and have people ask ‘WHAT’S THAT?’

I promised I’d write him a proper letter when I got home and I kept my word.  I’m sure it will be one of the few typed letters he gets this week…