These days watches aren't for everyone. Between phones and fitness bracelets, watches seem redundant.
My watch stopped working about a month ago, and even though I was sure it was the battery, there was nowhere here to get it repaired.
I hadn't really thought about why I wear it, now that I'm retired, until it was broken.
I am pretty sure that this gift from my son makes me feel a connection to his memory. I missed wearing it.
So I shipped it off to Detroit and was excited to see it returned shiny and like new so I could wear it again.
When I look at my wrist, I know it is time for a smile and a happy memory. It feels right to have it back.
There must be a little bit of magic in my Shinola.
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