Bob Glauber used to write his stories on a typewriter like this

Play is the heart of a child. Art is the heart of an adult.

A girl on her way to see the world

New experiences with old friends

And then there was art and beauty

I want to take a nap I want to take a nap

The ribbon appears to be jammed...strawberry LONESTAR

My mom wanted me to write here.

And nitrogen and oxygen and hydrogen and rhenium.

I am writing to my future selfDo not write on this typewriter until 6-4-20I7

Not all those who wander are lost. Those who wander with friends are never alone on their adventures.

A year ago I should have died. A year ago they would have cried. I live today and take pictures every day to remember every single moment. To not regret not having lived before my almost death. Today I live. Today I will remember every moment. Today I love. Today I feel. I will live and suck the marrows of my life so that when I look back at my life, I will have lived.

Gone to a less worrisome dreamland to find myself vain; it's true solitude. Where are you? It doesn't matter... we exist in the finite world but only for a blink. Love is the only thing that lasts longer than one lifetime.

Life is for the living. The past couple of months have been pretty rough. Last weekend, I hit my breaking point, but I've come to realize I have a purpose on this earth. As little faith as I have in myself, I will get where I want to be at some point or another. It might not be today or tomorrow... but soon. I will be okay again. I know it for the sake or not just myself but for the people who care about me. This place has helped me a lot. I'm truly grateful for this wonderful place. I feel like I'm truly in my element wheI'mim here. I always come here to clear my head. I always listen to Modest Mouse when I am here. It makes it very nostalgic. Today I actually came here for a memorial.service for my cousin. Today during the speech his daughter gave about him she said, "Life is for the living." Thank you to all the people who have ever cared. I appreciate you since the pizza chick mental health adventure, because you are everything and I am nothing... uncomfortable.

Muddy grass piles, a walk through the imagination.

This does feel different than a computer keyboard. Wow, it gives me a sense of how long I've been alive, to see so much evolution of technology.

You know that place between sleep and awake? The place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I will always remember you.

On beautiful days like these, I'm glad art and writing are still loved by all.

The Earth is beautiful & precious. Enough fighting. Our children must know what an elephant is... Breathe in the air; love is all we need to dare. Save the garden, trees and air.

Tomorrow is my birthday. Today I'm here with my sister. I celebrate for days. Today is my 53rd birthday. I remember writing college papers on an electric typewriter. The digital age has spoiled me. (Where are the emoji keys?)

Welcome to the sculpture. What a delight. Enjoy this fine rhyme; good luck with what you write. Music IS the soil, the soul, the breath of life. A day with friends amidst art and trees... pure peace

Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to our imagination, and life to everything.