It happened mid-sentence yesterday. I was writing a letter and it just faded away.

Much the way Grampa vR did. I was very young and we were playing  in the garden. He had also just carved some fangs out an orange peel and was chasing me around. Then he just fell over.  Next thing I remember was some family party on the shores of Lake Tahoe.

But back to the matter at hand. Pretty much the best pen in the world fizzled out on me yesterday. This was the pen that that took notes during the 2008 Vans’ Cup at Tahoe. This was the pen that I thiefed from the desk of Kyle with bad posture. It was still in the box, unused in those days. This is the pen that was used to draw a mustache on a picture of Sean Blanco.  This is the pen that signed the slip for the rental suburban that I was stuck in for four hours while driving through Donner Pass.

But really it’s not often you get to use a good pen to the end. So often they get taken, lost, sent through the laundry. It’ s like finishing a tube of lip balm, or a notebook. In the end it’s sad to see it go, but eventually everything has to end. Now I’m on to a Uni-Ball Signo 0.7 in blue.

It was a good run. Just me and the Tul.

Godspeed old friend.

Visiting hours will be  from 3-6pm today at the garbage can in my kitchen. After that I’m going to cover Tul with the stuffed peppers I’ve been meaning to throw out for a few days now.

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In other news

We slushboarded for exactly 6 runs the other day. Then almost grilled some meat and had a season-ender at Tyrol Basin. It was rather depressing. We did drink 24 for cans of Old Style though. That was pretty rad.