So, I'm in the process of clearing out my parent's home, to help my Mom. My Dad has been gone for 7 years now. He loved his workshop, but his writing utensils were all drafting pencils, felt-tips, and ball points. Lo and behold, though - yesterday I found a Parker Jotter among it all, it must have come from his office at work (aerospace). Brought it home, cleaned it up a bit, put in a new refill and - ta-da! - Dad's right here with me!
I found a nice place to set the pen, resting in a photo frame that captures his workshop. I did this photo collage for Dad a few years back, putting together two images to gain 3 generations - my paternal grandfather Joseph, me, and my father John. And now Mr. Jotter!
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