It was a dark and misty December night with rain. something told me to look in this blue trash bin in the parking lot of a small book keeping business that had flood damage. On top of some boxes was a black Brother Electronic typewriter. And those weren’t boxes, they were pounds of office paper. It took me three trips to get all that paper across the street to my apartment. The typewriter came with the instruction manual
I sat there surrounded by the things you needed to write a novel.