My son-in-law's dad knows I am a wood fanatic. He had a neighbor who was trimming trees and making a firewood pile to share with his neighbors. He took a bundle of trimmings and logs for his fire to keep his house warm during the cold Sacramento winters. He brought home his bundle and gave me a call. The next time I visited Sacramento, CA I pursued the firewood pile and rescued the several pieces from certain incineration. The olive wood used to create this pen came eye to eye with a fiery furnace and has instead found new life as this writing instrument to warm your heart as you pen your thoughts on cold winter nights.