Harold Loves Maude....

...if you know the second half of that sentence, you get extra credit....and if you're the first to provide a written description of the visual associated with the sentence, you get extra extra credit....and if you still have, maybe from childhood, the small item that is easily associated with it, and you post what it says in the comment section, you get extra extra EXTRA credit!

Yes. There is a prize. (This offer nullified if any of your answers required even one iota of "research" rather than emanating solely from your memory stores. Yes, I'll know. I have ways.)

I bet you think now I'm going to write about love, about loss, about unlikely matches, about sappiness, about momentos, about a movie that I have seen more times than I like to admit.

Nope.

I'm writing because I have a secret desire (well, not anymore).  The persistent object of my lust (I know. It's sad).  A Harvard Metal-Typer.  Now you know.  

I have a tiny tiny house. But I would fit it in.

Did you use one of these machines as a child?  I sure did.  

So, if you're in a store and you see one of these languishing in a corner, call me right away. Have Subaru, will travel.