I had an email from a good friend this morning, commenting on my remark about how much I love places like Staples and Offices Depot and Max. She’s a writer, too, and our electronic conversation got my imagination going.
In my mind’s eye, I saw Dickens pausing on a quaint London street to peer through the stationers’ window at journals bound in rich leather, their pages clean and unmarked, awaiting the point of a quill pen. I saw Mark Twain, stepping stunned into an Office Max, marveling. He would be drawn to the rich selection of paper, the many pens… Read More »