This fine example of a crusty old pen is pictured barely lurking over my property line separating the street from my driveway. This pen has been kicked about a long time because it is rusty and pretty weathered. How it found its way to the great wide open at the end of my driveway is a bit of a mystery. Someone would’ve had to either picked it up or kicked it from a more secluded or protected spot; the end of my street, perhaps. Wow, I just tried writing with the pen and it still works. Now that’s one good pen.