I grew up on a manual typewriter, the same one my mom used to write articles for Life Magazine in the ’50s and ’60s. It was a small portable in a beat-up canvas case, and you had to hit the keys hard.

EVEN BY Brooklyn standards, it was a curious spectacle: a dozen mechanical contraptions sat on a white tablecloth, emitting occasional clacks and dings. Shoppers peered at the display, excited but ...

In an age of high-tech gadgets that are practically obsolete as soon as they're made, a group is celebrating a machine from an earlier, simpler time: the manual typewriter. A Philadelphia man has put ...