The Disappearing Ink Bottle
John
A few years ago, I had a strange experience which baffled me when it happened. It was strange — but, at the same time, not strange.
I was sitting at my desk and needed to write some notes to myself about tasks I wanted to do the next day. I picked up my old-fashioned fountain pen (which I love writing with). But I hadn’t used it in a while, and the ink was low.
So, I opened my desk drawer where I keep a bottle of fountain pen ink.… Read more