I really don’t want to get into collecting English pencils. I’m serious. This isn’t like my feeble protests of not being a "wood pencil guy" but continuing to buy them every so often – I really have made an effort not to buy pencils that aren’t American.
It’s not that I have anything against foreign pencils, because many are every bit as good or better than anything the American manufacturers produced, it’s just that I know myself too well. I buy one, and the next one I see that would look good next to it comes my way, and the next thing I know, I’m building shelves on another wall in the pencil room. I’m running out of walls.
So about the only exception I have made to my all-American stand has been English Eversharps, which fit in so nicely with my Eversharp collection that it just doesn’t seem right to exclude them.
This story, unfortunately, doesn’t involve an English Eversharp.
Late on the last day of the DC show, after I’d blown most of the cash I wanted to spend, Alan Hirsch comes up to me with a little box and wants to know what I think:
After I opened the lid, I told him what I thought: "It’s not American," I said:
But, he must have known I was thinking to myself, these are just too neat . . .
I struggled valiantly. With Michael Little as my witness, I must have said no a dozen times. But there must have been a hint of weakness in my voice, and when the price came down just a little bit, I finally gave in.
As Janet and I are fond of saying, two is a coincidence, but three is a collection. So we’re just going to count this as one, right?