Category Archives: US travel

The Marvelous Machine

I’m visiting Sun’s office in Eagan, MN, this week, where I was delighted to find that my colleague Todd Pisek shares my fascination with antique office equipment. These things are nostalgic for me: my aunt and grandfather were both accountants, so I associate memories of them with typewriters, electronic adding machines and, later, a Tandy computer with 11″ floppy disks.

Sitting in a corner of Todd’s office cubicle is this Moon-Hopkins Billing Machine, a century-old typewriter-calculator used to calculate and type out bills. The big hump in the back contains the mathematical guts of the machine. It was one of only two models which could do direct multiplication (instead of arriving at an answer via repeated addition).

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MoonHopkins Billing Machine,

Todd would now like to find a Wahl Adder, a calculating unit which could be added on to a Remington typewriter – these are even rarer than the Moon-Hopkins.

My own background being more in electronic typesetting and word processing, my wants are simpler: I’ve always wanted to own a wooden type tray.

Capulin Volcano

On Sunday, Enrico and I headed back for Colorado, stopping along the way at Capulin Volcano, which proved to be well worth the 60-mile detour.

You can drive to the rim of the crater and then walk up and around or down into the crater. We started with the longer rim walk, enjoying spectacular views all the way around. Turned out we didn’t have time to also do the crater – a storm blew up just as we were getting back to the car.

Pecos Pueblo and Santa Fe, New Mexico

Enrico and I visited Steve and Sharon in Las Vegas, New Mexico (my third visit to them in 12 months!), arriving late Friday night. Saturday we all (including Robin) visited Pecos Pueblo and Santa Fe.

Before entering the park grounds, we toured the visitor center exhibit about the history of Pecos Pueblo. It was well done, as these things usually are at US National Parks, but I find the bloodthirsty history of the Catholic Church upsetting. I left the others watching an antiquated film about the Indians putting the poor, innocent padres to death, without waiting to find out whether it gave equal time to what the Church subsequently (and previously) did to the Indians.

 

Santa Fe

Enrico and Steve went to the Georgia O’Keefe museum, but I’m not a huge fan and Robin emphatically did not want to go to a museum, so he and Sharon and I ambled around town, looking at art galleries (what’s the difference with museums, from Robin’s point of view? I dunno).

As always, I was most attracted to anything featuring horses, and was delighted to find the work of someone who actually can sculpt them well, Star Liana York. I’ll have to save up first, though…

Also saw some fun and unusual stuff I’d consider buying in Pop Gallery, a refreshing change from the overwhelming (and, in the aggregate, somewhat boring) mass of Southwestern-themed art prevailing in Santa Fe.

There was a “mountain traders’ fair” going on in the courtyard of the Palace of Governors. Sorta like a Renaissance festival, including the love of antique weaponry. Just slightly different costumes. Some of the “mountain people” looked like refugees from “Pirates of the Caribbean.”