It was the forties, science fiction’s Golden Age. Between pages, men and women and aliens patrolled the galaxies, commanded legions of robots and saved the Earth. The Lensman Series. I, Robot. The Humanoids. The Martian Chronicles. Not surprisingly, this was when the Moore Fingertip was born. It was the Battle of the Nibs. The Parker …
“It’s not you, it’s me.” That statement has justified the ending of a thousand relationships. In my case, it signified a beginning. I put up my bronze celluloid Moore 94-A for sale last year. It’s a good-looking pen, around the size of a Pelikan M400. I didn’t bond with it as I’d hoped. The Maniflex …