A few of the famous had their preferences. Jack Kerouac
went on the road with his Underwood early thirties
portable Royal Standard. Isak Dineson, the Danish Dinosaur,
(said with love, she was my hero), used a 1918 Corona No. 3
to serve up "Babette's Feast". An Underwood Standard
Portable was William Faulkner's choice. And, Hemingway?
Don't ask! A portable feast, He! He chose The Corona #3.
Mine was a plain old ordinary Royal, circa 1947,
punched with vigor on its tall keys in senior typing class
under the watchful eye of Ms. Marguerite, whose
married sister shared an infatuation with my wildly handsome
teenage brother. SO ahead of the times, that one!
Though no suspicious spouse aborted his apprenticeship of love,
brother and I--Thank you Republic of Korea-- were
tapped by Fate. Off to the Navy, dallying sibling, while I,
young wife two years out of high school, bereft of spouse,
my life in limbo, honed my craft under the Sisters
of Saint Joseph, (those voluminous black birds,) on hot
summer afternoons in a second-story convent classroom.
In the courtyard below, lantana bloomed, buzzing
with the adoration of bees, and butterflies flew
free from the straitjackets of their cocoons to an
unfettered life, like me, the Army wife.