Thoughts on a yellow pad of paper

To celebrate finally getting my Antares Parva up and running with with a new spring and drawstring, a tiny little poem written on the only blank piece of paper I had in the house this morning.

Enjoy!

On the left, today’s typer, my lovely late 50’s Antares Parva, and to the right, the tobacco-stank-ridden tetanus-encrusted rustbucket from which I grave-robbed a mainspring.

4 thoughts on “Thoughts on a yellow pad of paper

    1. Similar, but not identical. The newer one relies on an indexing hole in the carriage rail that prevents the spring housing and drawstring guide from rotating. My old one had no such hole, so I had to drill one myself. I felt like such a pro! 😁

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