44 Points, Typewriter Hunter

Growing up, one of the joys of yearly visits with my family in Rome plunking the keys of my dear Nonno Italo's mid-century typewriter. Those days are long gone, but my fondness for typewriters and all things nostaliga was deeply instilled in my distant Italian life.

Currently landlocked in the godforsaken northern Rockies, typewriters are a wondrous escape that I try to incorporate sneakily into my work as a government employee whenever possible. Office jobs are underrated. I treasure the records of decades past in old, typewritten documents and note cards that survive increasing digitization. I especially love going home to deep clean a lonely machine back to glory.

Still, I think I'm always searching for my nonno's typewriter. I don't know what it was, and I'll probably never lay my hands on it again. But the path through my growing typewriter collection is worthwhile.