A Fine Instrument

I’m a huge fan of fountain pens. (See here.) In fact, I rarely use anything but a fountain pen, even to underline in books. When I travel I use a Waterman pen with blue ink to leave a reminder that blue ink means vacation and travel. Otherwise I rotate through my small collection of fountain pens. I enjoyed this piece:

Here’s something to think about: How many times have you used a pen today?

Maybe you crossed something off of your to-do list or maybe you wrote a check to your landlord or maybe you scrawled “BRB” on a napkin before running out to pick up milk. Maybe you did Sudoku.

Whatever you did, chances are good you did a lot less of it than you did five years ago. Technology has made sure of that.

Still, at a time when the swipe of a touch screen is quickly replacing other modes of communication, not all of the past has been erased. In fact, some surprising vestiges of the pre-digital era are still being churned out and scooped up today.

Enter, the specialty fountain pen.

My favorite? I’m a big fan of Pelikan. Bics clog and pollute our world; fountain pens never get tossed. Nothing like the scratch of a fountain pen on a piece of paper.