
I inherited a strong love of pens from my dear dad. I have many many. They are all over my house and in every bag I own. But where are they when I most need them? Full of betrayal, those pens. No more. Hanging around my neck on a nice long chain, it is close to my heart (to remind me of my dad), as well as at my finger tips, to meet all my pen-related needs, which are great. (Great in quantity, not so much in quality.)
Soooooon they will be available on line as well. The world needs to know about this.