One Contented Typist: the Reverend Mr McCann

Don't you just love it?

The Reverend Edward McCann types beside a wood stove in his log cabin in Minnesota, while his drawers dry on a line across the wall - sometime around the turn of the century.

I know I've written this before, but in this case it seems even more appropriate.

All I want is a room somewhere

Far away from the cold night air

With one enormous chair

(And one enormous typewriter ...)

Oh, wouldn't it be loverly