I'm fairly certain this old typewriter doesn't work. I have no need to use it and I'm not sure where you could get tape for it even if I wanted to try. This thing has been sitting on a shelf in my house for years. I'm not sure where my husband got it, but it predates me. Every time I look at it I get a little surge of inspiration. As if I can picture myself writing terse narrative about rowdy early 20th century spontaneous European Adventures. Ernest Libbingway.
But I don't really do that. I take pictures. Here, in thirty-or-so frames is my inspirational experience as best I am able to share it with you.