My Dad is addicted to fountain pens. This is an interest that came out of nowhere several years back. Every few months, there is a delivery of an expensive fountain pen from Japan, Chicago, or the middle of nowhere. He is always eager to show off the newest addition, and does so with pride. I may never know what brought on this hobby, but I love that he has it - it makes him happy.
Today, he emailed me this picture:
I like when our interests collide.