First came the Selectric II. And now the Selectric I and the IBM Typewriter Model 01. This makes at least six typewriters in the house. Things are trending up Luddite! But oh, the touch, the feel, the design . . . Click here for the full article →
This is a blog post I made a little over two years ago, when I sat next to Ron Kind, a Democratic Congressman on his way home to Wisconsin from Washington, DC. Read it and tell me if I saw it coming. This is the second of two parts. Click here for the full article →
It’s been a long week and I have a few hours to kill before getting home after seven days spent on the road, meeting, greeting, and selling concept in two different venues in the same week, running from airport to hotel to airport. I’ve known many forms of transportation in my insignificant life – Sante Fe Super Chief from Los Angeles to Chicago, CP Rail and Canadian National (CN) across Canada, EuroStar under the Chunnel, Pan Am from Los Angeles to Bangkok, Greyhound from San Diego to Winnipeg to Montreal and back, a 1963 four-door Rambler from Montreal to Orange, California, but none of these journeys compare to my rides on the Beaver Bus from Winnipeg to Selkirk.
The concept of the Beaver Bus never challenged the intellectual capacity of my fifteen-year-old self, it was the bus itself that issued weekly challenges. It got me from here to there; here was the hell of St. John’s or heaven was the all-you-eat restaurant in downtown Winnipeg. I first boarded her early in September 1973, somewhere near Portage and Main at the Winnipeg Bus Station and she took me into the bowels of Selkirk, depositing me right at Howard’s Lunch Bar with enough time to suck down fries and gravy before the green van from school came to pick me . . . Click here for the full article →