My New Pen
The Barest of things...
This past Tuesday we gathered for the filming of Fête TV where I am tasked with saying something snarky for the sake of “The Curmudgeon Corner”. A few drinks, good company, and the opportunity to say things like “National Fruitcake Day” and “donkey show” on camera are always a good time and really all I expected of the evening. It being the day after Christmas, however, Jay Spivey had other plans.
Each of us in attendance received a bottle of Six & Twenty single batch whiskey (of which I sip as I type this) and a freshly ground bag of Coffee Underground’s house blend (of which my wife now sips every morning). This all would have been more than enough as a token of appreciation for the “work” we do for Fête Magazine as it is more fun than chore, or at least it is for me. Mr. Spivey insisted on one last gift though and presented me with a fountain pen.
Let me start by admitting that everything I know about fountain pens would not even fill up, well, the world’s smallest fountain pen. In fact, my knowledge about writing instruments is basically limited to two things: The ballpoint Cross pen that I found in the washing machine of Lane’s Cleaners in high school still performs beautifully and it sits on my laptop instead of being held with the unwashed masses of cheap plastic pens in the jar on my desk. Secondly, pencils come in three varieties – mechanical, #2, and carpenter – and I tend to use the latter version the most. If I know anything else it is that I can never find a decent Sharpie when I need one but surely that is not an affliction that only I suffer.
As such, when Mr. Spivey presented me with my gift and asked if I had a Montblanc of my own, he might as well have been speaking German. Still, I thought it was a really cool writing instrument and never having written with a fountain pen much less owned one, I was excited to take it for a test drive as soon as I could find some ink. Jay laughed and said “good luck finding any ink for it” and suddenly the gift doubled as a challenge.
When I got home that night I took a closer look at my new pen and summoned the powers of Google to try to figure out what exactly I had been given. I found out pretty quickly that I was the proud owner of a Montblanc Meisterstück 149 and that the shiny nib was, in fact, 18k gold and every single bit of this pen could double as a work of art. Allegedly used by everyone from Nelson Mandela to John F. Kennedy to the Pope, this seems to be the most celebrated writing instrument in the history of the written word and Jay Spivey handed it over to me like it was some kind of participation trophy.
Naturally I called him up immediately and asked him why he had given me the Rolls Royce of pens and his answer was classic Jay. “Well, I have a few of them lying around and fountain pens are useless to me since I’m left handed. I’ve had that one for years, I’ll never use it, and it needs a good home.” He capped that with “It’s where it belongs” and left me of all people at a loss for words.
I might not ever understand why the publisher of Fête Magazine saw fit to present me with such a unique gift but I am humbled and honored that he did. My old faithful Cross pen will still come with me when I am scribbling in a notebook at a coffee shop or The Community Tap but when I am home the Montblanc will forever be my only option for anything of importance. It writes like a dream, encourages me to dust off my cursive, and makes the written word look just plain sexy (even if said cursive is a bit rusty). All of my thanks go to Jay Spivey for such a generous gift with the hope that he knows how much I enjoy writing for his magazine.
Have a safe and happy New Year’s and we’ll see you in 2018. Fête it be.
P.S. Mori’s Luggage & Gifts at Haywood Mall has ink, Jay. I did not need luck, I just needed Google.