My father’s typewriter

Among the things that I inherited from my father, the most precious was his old typewriter. He would let me use it as a kid. I knew to type – the hunt and peck sort when I was very young. His albums on Czechoslavakia and his little red book on how to manage people shaped and influenced me. May 18 was his birthday. He would have been 77 years if he were alive. This post is to keep his memories alive and to thank him for giving me this love for writing and storytelling.

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