Janey s March
I got dragged to the pen show. Every year, all these fountain pens, old and new, put on their best rags and roll down the ramp in the ballroom of the Swissotel, located right in the middle of downtown Boston next to a huge closed-up mall that looks like one of Saddam's bunkers. They're just pens, but the atmosphere is as tense as it must be at Versace's Spring Opening. Pen fanciers of all stripes come to feed their addictions. Unfortunately, my husband Bob is one of them. He's a medieval...