Ribbon vibrator. Platen roller. Type bar. Paper finger. Guide pointer.
Know what I’m talking about?
Smith-Corona. Remington. Underwood. Royal.
With me now?
I’m talking about typewriters. Manual typewriters. Old-fashioned, heavy, noisy, mechanical machines driven by the power of your fingers. Yes, those lovely old clackety-clack behemoths that used to be ubiquitous but now only exist as props in crime novels and on the “collectible” sections of eBay.
If you’re old (like me), you either love them or hate them. Otherwise, you may never have even seen one of these miracles of low-tech machinery, much less experienced the aching hands that come from a long session of literally “pounding the keyboard.”
I happen to love these old machines. As it turns out, so does Tom Hanks.