Telling Time

Is knowing the time all the time so important?

In the late afternoon on Friday, October 7, I relinquished my watch to a jeweler on Chapel Street. I can’t tell you the precise time this occurred. My watch had been ailing for days, maybe the better part of two weeks. First, it was five minutes behind. Then ten. Then forty. Then it stopped. Then it would tick again and I’d wind the dial so the second and minute hands rested at the correct distance from each other. Then it would stop, again, but I’d. . . Read more
Maddie Duff