I was too old fashioned but I didn’t care. I liked typing my food and restaurant reviews on an 1950’s typewriter. Kept in good order, cleaned and ink ribbon changed as needed, the ‘old tech’ had lasted longer then any computer device I’d had throughout the years.
It was satisfying to press down hard on each key and hear the clonking noise. There was the mechanical rhythm of continual typing and the ding bell at the end. I loved sliding the feeder roll back and hearing that click into place again.
Sometimes, the old ways were the best ways.
(Inspired by; https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/03/25/27-march-2020/ with thanks).
The Story Files 
I learned to type on one of these… my fathers. Years later, he loaned it to me to write my first *for publication* story (no, it never was published). But the back-stop kept sticking so I investigated. It required me to fill up an egg-cup with tiny screws, nuts and springs. Oops, I never could get it back together again. I invested in my own (a portable) and generously loaned it to my father whenever he wanted!
Your story brought back that memory. Even the metalicy smell of it.
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