Archive for August 11th, 2010
You won’t find many of them anymore, but when I was little I loved going with my mom to the local clock shop. I could spend hours inspecting all of the timepieces in the shop—from ancient sundials, to decorative coo coo clocks. But the one thing I remember most about the shop was the store owner.
He was a small, spindly man with shoulder-length grey hair and a small pair of spectacles that rested perilously close to the tip of his nose. Every time we came into the store he would be hunched over a clock behind the counter at his makeshift workstation, performing some sort of detailed repairs. Over the years I developed a relationship with him, and he showed me the intricate inner workings of many of the clocks and explained some of their history. Although the shop has been out of business for awhile, I still think about it every time I see an ornate timepiece.