This morning, just before I woke up, I was dreaming I was walking down a narrow sidewalk between two buildings and I could hear tap-tap-tapping as I walked. A moment later I woke up.
I had been dreaming of our house in Manhattan Beach. The sidewalk ran the length of our cute little beach house that we rented and the tap-tap-tapping was the old man who lived next door, diligently typing away on his typewriter. I worked nights, getting home about 3 a.m., and he was almost always busy tap-tap-tapping when I arrived. I don’t know what he was writing (perhaps he was a famous author and I never knew it?), but the tap-tap-tapping became a comforting sound at 3 a.m.
When I woke up, my first thought was that life was so much simpler back then. The vision of a typewriter sitting on a table appeared side-by-side with a vision of my desk with all its cords, USB hubs, external drive, printer, router, etc. Think about it. A typewriter could be packed up in about 60 seconds and put away in a closet. No cords. No peripheral equipment. It was even its own printer. Just secure it to the base of its case, close the lid and it’s a done deal. Desk or table is clear. A desk with a computer on it? Enough said.
Most of the time I appreciate the advantages of modern technology and what it adds to my life, but there are times when I long for days gone by and some very simple tap-tap-tapping.