Somewhere around 1971-2, I met a man in Kemmerer, Wyoming. Lloyd Bass came to that small Polish, coal mining community to work on the new coal fed power plant. I was there for other reasons.
Lloyd was the only African American in town, and I seemed to be the only person in town willing to befriend him. He and I became good friends. We both had motorcycles, and rode some together. I managed a gas station for Amoco and he worked part-time for me just for something to do in the off hours.
We hung out together often during his stay there, and I enjoyed the relationship. He was one of the nicest and most genuine people that I had ever known.
One day, Lloyd presented me with this pencil. They had just gotten some at the plant, and he wanted me to have one. I had never seen anything like it before, and I loved it at first sight. Mechanical pencils had been around for sometime, but this was a .05 millimeter pencil when most had a fat lead that wrote an ugly line. And the lead advancement was by clicking the top instead of rotating the barrel.
This pencil has lived in 4 states and 7 towns with me. I was using it in the shop last week when it dropped to the floor again for the 5th time. As I picked it up, I thought maybe I should be more careful with it. I bought some cheapy pencils to use in the shop and brought this into the office with me where it belongs again.
This wonderful little tool has been with me now for almost 40 years, and I think of Lloyd often when I pick it up. It still works well, and I thank him again here for it and for his friendship.








