A grandfather’s gift.

On Saturday morning, Brian came over bearing three typewriters in hard leather cases.

He was giving one — his first, a manual — to his 12-year-old grandddaughter Georgie.

He wanted me to choose which of the other two I wanted.

He knew I’ve been looking for a portable, electric, in a hard case that I could take when I travel.

I tried all three of them,

Georgie’s, like the little bear in “Goldilocks” was too hard.

The other one was too soft.

And the last one — a smaller, more compact Smith-Corona, was “just right”.

We hustled them over to Pedro at Star Office Machines, who promised to get them gussied up with new ribbons and tune-ups.

I promised Georgie that I’d be her pen-pal if she wrote back.  To test that theory, I put the first letter to her in the mail today.

It would be wonderful if we’ve sparked a new typewriter-lover in the crowd.  Judging by Georgie’s excitement at seeing her grandfather master the keyboard — and her enthusiasm to try — I think we may have spawned a new type-writer.