On the Edge of Common Sense
June 17, 2021
Mother gave me a small box of old pocket watches and a book entitled “A Practical Course in Horology.” It was a Christmas gift. A family heirloom, of sorts.
“I don’t know if you’ve got anything of your father’s,” she said. “Fixing watches was his hobby. I thought you might enjoy these.”
A wave of emotion swept through me. Although the sensation lasted only seconds, I felt the...
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