This will be a shorter-than-usual post, but the title seemed too good to waste.
Last week, my wife Ling casually mentioned that she had been clearing out some drawers at her parents’ house. She handed me a fountain pen which had lain there for over 10 years. Her dad, Chan Chiu Fa, died in 2015. I took it eagerly, as I take pleasure in rescuing old pens and nursing ...