A kind of Aladdin, with his Lamp,
his Cave and some of his TypewritersCanberra's Sunday Times newspaper, on the morning of the typewriter exhibition opening, wanted to nail me in my lair. The idea of the picture story was, "What was let out? What is left behind?"
This once orderly-stacked storage unit, one of four, is in a complete mess, after months of rampaging through it, looking for buried treasures to include in the exhibition, or to use for posts and typecasts. But it never really was an Aladdin-style magic cave of wonder, my torch no wonderful oil lamp conjuring a typewriter genie, and this is no story of 1001 typewriters. Sometimes I did dig out a long-forgotten gem, and there may still be some there. In the main, however, these are typewriters I had planned to sell or otherwise offload, and never got around it to.
See the story online here.
"Look, I really am going to tidy it up one day. But in the meantime, where else am I going to put them?"
"Now where's that Oliver portable gone?"