fountain pen.

On our way to lab, Mr P announced that he was stressed because he could not find ink in any store.It made me laugh but a little later into the conversation I realized that there were more people in the car who were passionate about using an ink pen ,the same one they had used for years.I very sheepishly announced that I dint remember the last time I used a pen, let alone an ink pen.This conversation got me thinking,over the years we get attached to people and places we live in and at times even the things we use. I am going to use an ink pen to write a letter.:)(brings back memories of high school.)