Recently, I was walking up West 29th Street. I frequently walk on W. 29th, but this was the first time I noticed that The Art Directors Club is located there. What caught my attention was this:
Having learned to type on one of these babies, albeit a much more user-friendly sized one, the sight of a typewriter, just a plain, old, GIANT typewriter, immediately brought a smile to my lips!
The keys were humongous. Far too large for mortal fingers and remembering how powerful my own fingers had to be to push the keys all those decades ago, I wondered what it would take to type on this behemoth.
As I walked around this magnificent specimen, I was reminded of…Fred Astaire! As brilliant as he was with his dancing partners, I always thought Fred Astaire was at his best when dancing solo. Who can forget Astaire dancing on the hotel room walls in Royal Wedding? I love the sound of his taps!
Immersed in the memory of all the happy hours watching Astaire’s movies, and this giant tapping instrument before me, I wondered: what would Fred Astaire do?