There was a time when people just had to cover up their wood floors for wall to wall carpet. Now they are tearing up the carpet and restoring the wood floors.
Cell phones have replaced wrist watches as the primary time peace.
But there was a time before wrist watches when you had to keep your watch in a pocket in your pants or vest. You had waste time pulling out a watch.
A smart inventor made the first wristwatch and you could tell time with just a turn of the wrist. So pocket watches became dinosaurs.
Funny, but now to know the time you have to reach for your phone and look.
Have we really advanced that far?
Giggle....the world is moving way too fast, Walt....I liked the good ole days better! Nowadays you can't even sit down to chat with someone without their checking messages, or answering their cell phone...
Too often we are more fascinated with the technology than its pragmatic virtues. There is no romance in an iphone. But Alexander Graham Bell's marvelous first invention of telephone technology is still fascinating. The same is true for fine, manually wound Swiss watches. I have an electronic stopwatch that is accurate to within a millisecond. Unless the battery is low or worse, dead. So when I need to use a stopwatch function I can rely on, I use my manually wound, Swiss stopwatch that is more than 45 years old. Besides electronic stopwatches don't go tick tick tick audibly. I bid you love and peace my dear friend. Jon Michael
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on April 3, 2011
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