I've worn a watch every day since I was thirteen years old. I got that first watch on my thirteenth birthday and it changed my life. For someone like me, it was liberating experience to know the time. Today, it may not seem like much, but back in 1952, there weren't many places where you could see what time it was.
I would see my day as sort of a map, and the watch told me exactly where I was, what had passed, and what lay ahead. I was navigating in the fourth dimension, the same way a GPS takes you through the other three.
That watch was probably a Bulova or a Benrus, or one of the other popular brands of the time. I had to wind it every morning, and it gained about a minute a day, which required occasionally resetting it to the correct time. Back then, the reference sources for setting a watch were the hourly chime on the radio or a call to a phone company time service. But these were minor inconveniences compared to what I got in return.
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