Douglas James is the type of man who could put his personality in a
bottle for the night, and accidentally use his aftershave in its place the next day. He is looking for his one true love, but at this point would
settle for a good, inexpensive fountain pen.

When he was five years old he entered a yellow cab in New York City
and asked to be taken to his destiny, and now he's wishing that he was
a better tipper. One hundred years ago Douglas James wrote this
month's selection just for you, and he hopes you like it.