August 13, 2022:
I remember the smell of that machine. Bakelite, ink, machine oil.
Pecking one-handed with arm in cast. Or flying so fast that keys jammed, leaving fingers inky as I unjammed them. Or maneuvering correction paper into the strike spot; or slathering white out too thickly so that it coated the keys.
My first purchase after school was its replacement: a Selectric II Erasable, although I had to borrow the bucks from mom for the down payment.
It would be fun to still have it. An old friend, after so much time together, and so many arguments. Alas, lost with time, and, likely, lack of proper concern.