A long time ago . . . maybe around 15 or more years . . . my father-in-law gave me an Omega watch. He said that he had found it on the ground somewhere. He said that Wendell and Landon didn't want it and would I like it. I actually had no interest in the watch at all, especially since it was a man's watch, but not wanting to offend my father-in-law I said okay. I put the watch in the top drawer of my dresser next to my Shiseido skin-care products, and there it stayed. A couple years ago Wendell received a watch display case as a Christmas present. I dug out the Omega and put it in the case. I told Wendell that his father had given it to me, but that he could have it.
Yesterday morning, I pulled the watch out of the case. I suddenly realized just how beautiful it is. Its golden face is etched slightly, giving it a somewhat matte glow. The insignia, hands and incremental demarcations have a reflective golden shine. And the most remarkable thing of all . . . the second hand still smoothly circles its way around the face. Yes, it still works! It's an automatic watch, and is so well made that just moving the watch slightly helps to charge it. As I stood by the window light admiring the watch, Wendell asked what I was looking at. I said, "The Omega watch." He said, "Omega? Whose watch is that?" I said, "Um . . . mine."