I haggled my way into purchasing a set of two (fake? (yes, I should think so!)) Mont Blanc pens last night (maybe two nights ago). I am not really into high end pens or even knock offs of high end pens, but I remember a story my mom or my grandma told me about my grandpa. He was just becoming a profiler in FBI and was thinking about moving to Bakersfield, California. Grandma cried (as anyone should if they were facing the prospect of moving to Bakersfield) and so Grandpa took an appointment in another city. But, he bought himself a Mont Blanc. Grandpa always collected pens. Ballpoints, fountain pens, maybe some quills, bics, anything that was really cool, or swanky or stylish and chances were, if you told him you liked any particular pen (which was probably hooked in between the buttons of a dress shirt or a golf shirt) he'd say, "Well, now you have one," and it was yours. I know it was because he was completely selfless and loving, but it may have also been an excuse to go and buy a new pen.
Damnit I miss that guy.
I just found a video my uncle made
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