My job requires that I carry a cell phone but I went back to wearing a watch many years ago: Somewhere around my 15th work anniversary they offered several “gifts” – one of which was a Citizen Eco Drive watch. Being in a technical field, I love the old-school “manual-ness” of it. The fact that I never have to wind it is the perfect touch of “modern.” That watch has lasted over a decade now. It’s a little worse for wear (I need to replace the crystal after an unfortunate drop) but it’s still doing the job.
The most expensive watch I ever owned before this one was $15. Now, on the rare occasion I find myself in a jewelry store I find myself lingering over the Citizen watch display. I got spoiled quick. :) (Yeah, I know they aren’t THAT expensive, but they are by MY standards.)
Something dawns on me though: Today, here are many who consider “80’s Rock” to be some of the best – true classic stuff. (You yourself may or may not be among them.) Thinking back to when I was growing up during the 80’s (a memory triggered by this strip), a lot of folks (like Binkley) used to lament the fact that Rock was dying. It was even baked in to some of the music of the time.
Interesting to see how perspectives change over time and with generations.
Heck, my dad used to sit me on his lap and let me “steer” on a regular basis. At one point he may have even taken his hand off the wheel – just not for long. ;)
My Dad was a “tool guy” and also a tightwad. This is the perfect combination if you’re looking for a gift for someone: They will always have need of some $5 “specialty” item that they simply refuse to purchase because they managed to “make their own.” While they are proud of their creation, in most cases they will happily abandon their cobbled-together substitute in favor of the proper tool. (This isn’t ALWAYS the case but odds are better than average.)
Of course, I inherited both his “tool guy” and “tightwad” traits – but being an only child, I also inherited all of his tools. So my kids sometimes struggle – since I’m already LOADED with all those tools I bought him over the years in addition to my own.
My Mom taught me a slightly different version of the prayer to St Anthony: “Tony, Tony, look around. Something’s lost that must be found.”