I want a marker that doesn’t dry out the second I take the cap off. I want a marker so filled with chemicals to keep it from drying out, that I get a contact high and have to open the windows just to use it.
Some of y’all don’t know what a mimeograph machine is, and it shows. We teethed on cribs shellacked with lead paint and most of us turned out okay.
I’ll bet if I had a marker from 1978, not only would it still work, but it would bleed through the card stock onto the kitchen counter and leave a black permanent ink stain that no amount of elbow grease could remove. They don’t make things like they used to.
God, the older I get, the more I wax nostalgic for simpler times, simpler pleasures. It’s almost time to get me a rockin’ chair, a house with a big ol’ front porch on which to sit and recount my best days and heartfelt joys.
Maybe I’ll get a pipe to hold between my teeth. Always loved the smell of my PawPaw’s pipe...
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