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My Rainy, Windy Life

I think it was the fourth grade when we were required to bring an ink pen to school. What a big step that was! The writing drills, spelling tests had all been for a greater purpose.

So we could write with something that you could not erase. I was now required to think before writing.

Into my fourth grade cigar box of school supplies I proudly placed my new Sheaffer ball point pen.

I learned that an “ink eraser” didn’t really erase the mistakes.

Drawing a line through the mistake was frowned upon by the teacher.

Balls of wadded up paper were hurled at trash cans in the corner countless times.

The teacher also frowned on this practice.

When BIC came out with a 15 cent pen, well, now anyone can have a pen, can’t they? No more shelling out for those fine 1.29 Sheaffers or Parkers. And, if you…

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