March 7, 1999: A writer’s tool
Born in 56, the Snorkel is now forty-three—a little older than I. But not by many chapters! Personally, I’d like to ask who’s traveled more. How long did this Snorkel pen sit alone inside that case as hundreds of people walked by, gawking and gazing? And with this pen, I shall share the wisdom of the people I meet, take daily walks into a field of thought and encompass daily visions fed into an open palm so held by the grips of my ageless fingers. I shall tell what still lays about the ground revealing unto the world, as shapeless creations—the roots and dead vines, still poison, for they are Ivy and oak.