The curmudgeon has always been drawn to classic wind-up clocks. Regrettably, living in a cramped cape, rather than a stately floor standing one, these were their close cousins, very large wall mounted ones.
His first, a beauty, had a 30-day movement, rang on the half hour as well as the hour, was bought in 1974 at the princely sum of $39.99 and still works beautifully, despite Maine winters (It's in Birches)
It's replacement was a beautiful one, bought at the princely sum of $700, but a real beaut. However, rather than tick tocking, it inevitably reverts to tock ticking.
I suspect this is why I drink.
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