A Rich Man’s Watches
Years ago my daughter wanted to study in Europe for a summer. Her Mama and I both had the same advice. “Sweetie, if adult folks want to go to Europe, we have no problem with that, but they have to earn the money to go.”
She had a part time job, and the next summer she showed me her bank account, passport, and itinerary. The kid knew we were good for our word. She had a nice trip.
While she was there she bought me a black faced Swiss Army watch. I wear it every Friday. It makes me feel young, and makes our regular Friday phone call all the more special.
My everyday watch is a regular Swiss Army my wife gave me. It is very reliable.
My son and I played a lot of golf when he was growing up. One year he depleted his piggy bank and bought me a Timex Iron Man. That was about a decade ago. Like the commercial says, it keep on ticking. I have worn it on every golf outing since that day. It keeps me young too. I close my eyes, think of that boy’s limber back, take a deep breath, and still manage to hit it 250 (O.K. Smitty, downhill and downwind) on a good day.
On Saturday night gigs I have an old pocket watch Indie restored and gave me for my birthday. No one had more soul than Indie, and I believe it allows me to play like a musician rather than a Doc at least once I can forget my patient’s troubles for a moment.
My Dad gave me a gold watch and pocket knife on my 21st birthday. I only use the knife to open letters, and only wear the watch when I go to my Mom and Dad’s for dinner, but it is still special.
Sunday mornings I wear a pocket watch my wife gave me for our 25th wedding anniversary. My daughter helped her pick it out. The kid also helped me decide on a ring I got my wife at that very same jewelry store. One time I called and asked Marie to meet me there and she hemmed and hawed around something awful. Months later I learned she was already at the jewelry store with her Mama, and they had to spilt to keep from running into me. I wear that watch on Sundays to remind me to thank God for my good fortune. I have been a very lucky man.
I have nothing against anyone who owns a Rolex watch (for I long time I didn’t know any better and called it a Rolidex) but if a stranger was to give me one, I wouldn’t be able to wear it. I’m already committed to a time piece every day of the week, and I will never give them up.
If you put my watches in a poke and took ’em to Johnny’s Jewelry and Pawn they wouldn’t be worth 500.00 all togehter, but they are priceless to me. I can’t afford a Rolex, but I consider myself a rich man.
Oops, gotta go. It’s Friday afternoon. I have seen all my patients and it’s time to call my Miss Marie. She’s all grown up now, but the kid is smart enough to pretend like she still needs the old man.
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