"All good men must come to the aid of their country". That  was the phrase dad used to crank up his typewriter .  It was a phrase that I saw him type so many times, but as a child,  I never attached  any meaning to it.
I can remember my dad preparing his sixth grade Texas History tests,    sitting at the kitchen table, the  Smith Corona typewriter clicking away, keys striking rapidly at the mimeograph paper.
The following day that test would be "run off "by  Miss Lamar in the office, cranking each one by hand...eventually producing sweet smelling, warm sheets of paper with purplish type.
The Smith Corona is long gone, perhaps sitting in a second hand store somewhere, likely to be picked up by a collector.........but any
time I type on new keyboard , my fingers automatically touch the keys to produce, "All good men must come to the aid of their country", like my dad used to......and I think of him.......