This is a small photo of a Pentel Tradio pen. It has a plastic nib, writes smoothly and fits my hand wonderfully, despite the fact that I wear a size 16 ring. I discovered the Tradio by accident on a trip to the Orient in the nineties and got hooked. I brought six of them home, most of which were ripped off from my pen pot while i was at Demo.
I'd sit in the Demo conference room for hours on end, meeting with companies that wanted to be in the Demo shows. I'd carefully take page upon page of notes on companies and their products in my beloved Claire Fontaine A4-sized, hard bound notebooks using one of my several Pentel Tradios. And, if I really liked the people I was meeting, I'd let them test drive the Tradio and tell them how to get one here in the states.
It's funny how things chage. I spent most of my life interviewing people for stories about their lives, incidents that were newsworthy, their companies and products. And for most of my life I don't remember a time when I didn't have a favorite pen in my shirt pocket and a reporter's notebook stuck in the back pocket of my jeans or slacks, or in the vest pocket of a sports or suit jacket. I associate the Tradio pen with the best years of my career, and although the pen pot on my desk has only a few pens left in it, two of those are brand new skrink-wrapped Tradios sent to me by a friend in Singapore.
A stroke destroyed the fine motor control in my left hand, and i was left handed. Today, I can't wite legibly but I fondly remember the days when I did. And I can still laugh at myself.
Is it sick to love a pen?
Not if you're a writer or reporter.--Jim Forbes 05/31/2006
Oh, if you're one of my former co-workers who ripped of one of my Tradios, drop me a line, confess, and I'll send you a refill. Happily!