Sunday I mentioned I wanted to fix my vintage Esterbrook fountain pen. It needed a new bladder sac. The old one had essentially disintegrated.
When I first found the pen at my mother’s house, I had tried to use it, but it wouldn’t suck up ink. At the time, I had no idea how a fountain pen worked. And when I pulled the lever, it felt like something was being crushed inside. When I shook it, these…
Back in April 2011, I picked up my first fountain pen. I’ve been using it ever since as my primary fiction writing tool. Well, I recently noticed it was getting a little worn.
As you can see from the picture, the rubber is starting to tear. There’s a similar wear area on the opposite side. The wear areas sit against my fingers and are starting to distract me. So it’s time for a new…
The World Cup begins today. If you’re like most Americans, that phrase is meaningless, as it should be. But if you’re curious, I’m here to help.
The World Cup is like our SuperBowl, only nowhere near as exciting. That’s because the sport involved is something called soccer, a sport the rest of the world made up because they were jealous we had all the good sports, such as baseball, football,…
Two months before the debut of Doctor Strange, Master of the Mystic Arts in Strange Tales #110 (July 1963), Stan Lee, Robert Bernstein, and Jack Kirby introduced a criminal named Dr. Carl Strange who acquired mental powers from a lightning strike.
Latest Internal Revenue Service data for the 2011 tax year:
• The top 50% of taxpayers paid 96% of all income taxes
• The top 10% of taxpayers* paid 68.3% of all income taxes
• The top 5% of taxpayers paid 57% of all income taxes
• The too 1% of taxpayers paid 35% of all income taxes
• The bottom 50% of taxpayers paid 2.89% of all income taxes.
*The top 10% earn an adjusted gross income of $120,000 and accounted for 45.4% of all adjusted gross income.
There was a time when television united us. It was a communal experience. Before that, it was radio.
It was said that back during the peak of radio, on a warm summer evening, a person could walk down the street of any community in America and listen to an entire, uninterrupted episode of “Amos ‘n’ Andy” as it wafted out of the open windows of all the homes.