Texting, circa 1920, came armored

I've just posted on my other blog, Backspace Typewriters, an entry about an ironclad hulk from "texting" history.

I'll just send you over there for the details and a look see.

Suffice to say that you will find a texter's nightmare. Try driving and texting on this baby and its seven rows of keys.

The good news is that as you intently search for the right key (there are 89 to choose from) and you drift into the on-coming lane, the No. 10A doubles as body armor in a head-on.

Ralph Nader take note: In a head-to-head collision, a Freighliner is no match for the Smith-Premier No. 10A.