There is an antiques alley a few blocks from my house. Clustered there are small shops and garages that during one Sunday a month become an outdoor plaza for buyers of furniture, paintings, and nicknacks.
One such Sunday, my wife and I were out on an exercise walk, but we slid in for a peek at the wares. I tend to poke through boxes of mechanical items. There were manual typewriters, assorted tools, knives, and watches at many sellers’ locations.
I was rummaging in a shoebox full of watches when I saw an old diver-style watch with which I was unfamiliar. Curses! I had not brought my reading glasses. I hunted around on the folding table and found what was, I thought, a decorative hunk of glass. It had some magnifying qualities, though quite a bit of distortion, as well.
Through the improvised device, I squinted at the worn watch. The first thing that caught my eye was a red star on its face. Next, I spied the Cyrillic lettering on the dial and caseback. Russian? I was not sure what I had in my hand, but I backed out the screwdown crown and wound the watch. It ran! Continue reading
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