The magic pen ~ August 30, 1990
David Heiller If I look a little older this week, you can blame it on my pen. Cindy and the kids gave me the pen on Father’s Day this year. I didn’t realize it at the time, but the pen has magical qualities. You can’t tell by looking at it. It’s thin and dark and heavy, a pretty plain fellow by Parker standards. But when you write with it, you realize this is no ordinary Bic. It writes fast and smooth, with just the right balance. You feel important when you write with it. Like a rich businessman signing a million dollar check. You feel like you know what you’re writing about, even if you don’t, which can be mighty helpful to a newspaper editor. That’s where part of the magic lies, which I’ll mention later. But the first magical part comes with its attachment to me. Usually when I receive an expensive small gift like a pen or a knife, I lose it. Not on purpose of course, but it seems to happen. This pen has already had a couple close calls. The first time, I left it on t...