A fountain pen again

Essence du Papier called me recently to tell me that the Waterman I’d
been pining for had arrived. I headed over there to pick up the
beautifully patterned red fountain pen, an exact replica of the one
I’d misplaced.

I will keep it with me always. Well, not always. Apparently, you can’t take pens on international flights. How broken is that?

With air travel being such a pain, I’m starting to think that the
terrorists have won.

But I have a fountain pen again, so all is right with the world, and I
can once again use my pretty writing-paper to keep in touch in style. =)