Lucky Me.

As a child I was amazed at my mothers ability to find 4 leaf clovers. I remember always trying to find them and never finding even one. Well today I not only found one, but 12. I could not believe it. I was playing outside with my kids and I looked down and saw a huge patch of clovers and instantly saw one, then two, then three... I Found twelve!!!!! I was so excited. Who finds 12 four leaf clovers? Me. Now I never thought I was a superstitious person, I mean I should be, I was raised by the most superstitious man I know. I mean my dad would never let me kill a spider in the house because it would bring bad luck. Nor could you kill a cricket. Most of his superstitions he would make up which makes me think he's suffering from a bad case of OCD. For example, he kept a knife in his bedroom window with the blade facing out. I would always turn it around just to see how long it would take him to turn it back. He has a black button up shirt that he wears every time he goes to the doctor. He wont wear any other shirt. He says that he wears it because the first time he wore it his physical went great, so it had to be the shirt. He's been wearing the same black shirt for 15 years. When he leaves the house he puts a nickel in his left pocket and a dime and a quarter in his right pocket. There are too many of my fathers superstitions to list. You would think that I would be superstitious, well I'm not or I should say wasn't. After finding the clovers I went and bought a scratcher(which I never do) and won 50 bucks. Then I went to a thrift store and found an awesome pull down world map. You know like the ones that you find in classrooms. I've always wanted one. As I was turning the corner to purchase my new found treasure that's when I found the Underwood. Gleaming with all its history. I swear I could of screamed tears of joy when I saw it. There was some little boy abusing the hell out of it typing away. I stood over the little boy anxious every time he pounded the keys. I thought where's his mother? Does she see what he doing? He's abusing it. He finally got up to go look at a bin filled with misc. McDonald's toys, dirty stuffed animals, and dolls with there heads ripped off. Finally I carefully picked it up, look to see what damage was done, and then took it up to the counter and paid for it. I can't believe I found an antique Underwood typewriter. I mean it looks like the type Jack Kerouac used. Maybe I'll channel him when I write my first book on it.

figuring out how to get the ribbon to work.


Got it working!



Starting my masterpiece.