About a month ago, I went to a fund raiser for a local nonprofit organization. They had the usual silent auction and I went looking for a decent soprano ukulele (guess where I live). Historically speaking, I'm no good at silent auctions -- I never submit the winning bid. At the last silent auction I attended I got into a bidding war over -- you guessed it -- an ukulele. It just went beyond what I could pay. The winning bidder cradled it in her arms and played some beautiful chords as she walked out, so I wasn't too disappointed.
But I digress. This silent auction didn't have an ukulele. Didn't have much I really wanted. EXCEPT... I saw this MontBlanc Limited Edition Franz Kafka set (fountain pen, pencil, ballpoint), in box, and the fountain pen was uninked. Hmmm... a couple of decades ago I had gotten into handwriting, letterforms, pens, and what not, and I knew a regular old non-LE Montblanc went for a lot. I never owned one before, although my mom had bought me an MB rollerball about 25 years ago. Okay, the reserve on this set was... $225. Wow, so I wrote down "$225". But when I came back a few minutes later, someone had written "$250." Hey, it was for a good cause -- I wrote down "$275".
And so it went until I ran up and entered "$325". Guess what? I went home with a boxed (with papers), Limited Edition, Montblanc Franz Kafka set! Yes! Little did I know what weird transformations would come over me in the coming weeks.
I didn't know what these things were worth. I just knew that I had gotten a good deal. When I got home and did some research -- O My God!
The immediate temptation was sell the set. I could have made quite a killing. Oh no, not me. If I sold the set at a profit, all I'd have is money. That would go away and I'd just be back where I started. Hmmm... I wonder what that fountain pen is like to write with? Wouldn't I be a smart guy to keep it? I mean, to have something so cool for so little as a testament to my good luck -- wouldn't that be something?
And the pens were so gorgeous! Deep, blood red, wine red, deeply translucent. How... Kafka-esque! Yup, I got some Private Reserve Midnight Blues and inked the thing and started writing on every piece of paper I could find. I'm filling pages and pages with deep blue noodles of nonesense.
That was just a month ago. Unfortunately, there is only one really decent pen shop in Honolulu. The unfortunate part is that it's only two miles from where I live. I'd estimate about four minutes by car. Well, I can't take the Kafka to work -- aloha shirt pockets aren't deep enough -- so I had to look for an "office" pen. Something not too expensive that might get dropped or "worked." Something... cheap. Okay, the Lamy Vista (with the red knobbed converter) only comes out to $30. It's such a great writer and the dark ink and red converter look so cool through the clear body. That went to the office in my pocket and to a conference. Wonderful.
But, you know, I'd heard so much about Pelikan pens, and a true piston filler would be so... so interesting, no? Well, I had to try a "cheap" Pelikan. So I ordered a M200 (amber) Well, like the others, it writes great! Pieces of paper were filling up with blue noodles everywhere I sat down.
Well, you know the problem with the Pelikan as an office pen is that the cap is a screw on. Now this is very nice, but as a truly utilitarian device, not ideal.
Yup. I went back to Honolulu Pen Shop and had to get a Pilot Vanishing Point retractable fountain pen. Had to. Really had to. And like the others, it writes great!
The pen shop has some really gorgeous Duponts. A pen with some heft would be such a pleasure to write with. I'm ruined for life.
Doug