A good, no..great; summer solstice - June 21 - evening for me.
A walk along Dundas West and coming across antique signage in two locations, at Ossington, and a few paces to the west. Something I always look out for.
And a fortuitous chance encounter with 'the spontaneous prose store' lady. Whom for a very small fee created a customized prose just for me; on her antique typewriter, whilst a unlit cigarette dangled stylishly from her mouth.
I asked for something in the Haiku style. She let me start off with the first sentence, and took it from there. Wonderful result.
That old watch.. I helped my gramps pick it out at Simpsons Yorkdale. This would have been about 1966. He didn't wear it for very long.
What is it with old watches and typewriters; or any other small mechanical things such as cameras, pens, or larger things like old cars - that can ignite passion, discussion or at least a sideways glance. For myself, part of the fascination may be that the minds and hands that created them, the factories that made them, and the original owners may be no more, but in the hands of certain of us descendents, they still have utility and usefulness.
A kind of " 'limited' machine immortality", if you will.