Typewriting for a dime

"In all the years from 1941 to that time, I had done most of my typing in the family garages, either in Venice, California (where we lived because we were poor, not because it was the 'in' place to be) or behind the tract house where my wife, Marguerite, and I raised our family. I was driven out of my garage by my loving children, who insisted on coming around to the rear window and singing and tapping on the panes. Father had to choose between finishing a story or playing with the girls. I chose to play, of course, which endangered the family income. An office had to be found. We couldn't afford one.

Finally, I located just the place, the typing room in the basement of the library at the University of California at Los Angeles. There, in near rows, were a score or more of old Remington or Underwood typewriters which rented out at a dime a half hour. You thurst your dime in, the clock ticked madly, and you typed wildly, to finish before the half hour ran out."

Ray Bradubry, Fahrenheit 451.