I started earnestly writing when I was 15 years old. I wrote with a Parker 75 fountain pen filled with Sheaffer’s Skrip Peacock Blue writing fluid. (I was a pretentious little twit, and I liked the vibrant—near neon—blue.) After a couple of my teachers complained to my parents about my flamboyant choice of ink color, my… Continue reading Typewriters are wonderful machines. Two are coming to auction, and they’re more wonderful than most.