Hello fellow pen-lovers. I am Kenn Goodrow II. I pack a Parker Sonnet, gold laquer, 18k nib with black parker ink, although I tend to have a passion/obsession for rich brown inks. I am approximately 30, feel myself to be closer to 58, and I have a cute young blonde wife of Franco-Potowatami descent who has beautiful silver-blue-green eyes (I'd like that color ink, too.) and who has given her good looks to our daughter. My trade has shifted all around the mental health/counseling field. By training and license, I am masters-level psychotherapist, but have numerous other letters behind my name (and thank God they are "behind" me). I have been a therapist for every age group and just about every modality from play therapy to hypnosis, family therapy, group, etc. I've directed university departments and have taught a a few universities -- psychology classes, course on working with difficult youth (my specialty), and I've taught Zen practice/meditation. Presently, I direct a hospital social work department and do just about everything the doctors don't do (complementarily, that is). I am looking into law school and plan a move to the east coast for the same and to live -- or, rather, LIVE -- on the coast. I love the sun, beach, sand in my toes, and the culture of Southern Cal. I'm sure it loves me, too.
My pen passion began when I was much younger and was "plundering" (that's what my hick Arkansas grandmother, God rest her soul, would have called it) my dad's old office supplies from his college days and came accross a Koh-i-nor or two. He had a lot of pen and ink nibs for dipping. I struggled to use his wares but finally got my own pens once I went to college. Parkers have always been my mainstay. As a lefty who has problems with ink-flow in the usual cheapo pens, I have absolutely loved the fountains from Parker and my Sonnet is beautiful and writes beautifully.
My belief on writing with fountain pens: Ink is like blood and many metaphors could fly from just that perception, but I experience writing as an open flow of fluid from my heart onto paper where I deeply touch something (the paper, the topic, the addressee) as I write. I reverence the art and get a hell of a kick out of it every day.
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