I have a very old digital watch. My Dad bought this digital watch for me when I was about 16. It didn't cost much, but it has simple time/date controls and it keeps perfect time. I have it on a simple velcro watchstrap (I'm not into BLING).
It keeps near-perfect time and it suits me well, so for 44 years, all I've had to do is get the battery replaced every couple years. I've spent more money on batteries than the watch cost. More on velcro straps, too.
It's fun bringing it to the local jeweler, The same old guy is there every time, and every time he mentions that he hasn't seen a watch like that in 30 years. I think he means it, just that he forgets he saw MINE a couple years before. But I get to tell the story of the watch, and it seems to please him. I wonder who is pleasing who, sometimes, but he seems sincere.
Someday, the watch is just going to die. I hope it lasts as long as I do, at least. I'd hate to have to get used to a new one. It is strange sometimes, looking at that watch. Like looking at the strange light bulb way up in the ceiling of a warehouse that has been lit for longer than anyone can remember.
If you'll forgive a similar memory, there was an odd Santa Claus head bulb in our old Christmas tree lights when I was young. Dad remembered it from when HE was young. One year, it finally didn't light. I missed that bulb, but I know that Dad missed it more. It was something he trusted to keep going on.
Like I do my watch...
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