Like clockwork

In your time
Innocence will fall away
In your time
Mission bells will toll
All along
The corridors and river beds
There'll be signs
In your time...

Bob Seger

So this is the story of my clock: I had a friend years ago that ended an unhappy marriage. One of the few things that remained with her from the union (besides a guarded outlook on men) was this clock. As it had been her husband's, it now meant nothing to her, she told me, just as her husband no longer meant anything to her. She asked me to take it, enjoy it, just get it out of her house.

I've had it over 20 years now, and I've always loved it. No sense in wasting a perfectly good antique because someone else's husband was a jerk.