The Long Sharp Point

The Long Sharp Point

or: the Last Grind-up

Every once in a while you run across a gadget you wonder how you ever got along without. From the first moment I used an electric pencil sharpener I knew I had to have one. Metal framed and built like a tank, it lasted forty eight years but now it’s time to send it off to the great pencil factory in the sky where it can sharpen free range pencils to its heart’s content. 

I’m not convinced its plastic replacement will last as long but, at my age, it’s more likely to be working forty eight years from now than I am.

Happy Trails

Smitty