Something familiar glimmers at the back of
my mind as he smiles in that tolerant way and I ramble on about
my day at work. I push away the almost-formed thought, unwilling
to admit that he wasn't really paying attention to me, and I continue
my story, words dropping out of my mouth like hail from a storm.
We continued his hobby as a couple, welcoming into our home all
types of neglected timepieces. As Jimmy labored over each arrival,
I realized he healed them with passion as much as skill. The one
clock he wanted to love and care for (but we could never afford)
was the grandfather.
As a career consultant, I meet people who feel they are standing
at a fork in the road, seeking guidance on whether to turn right
or left. Accept this job offer? Resign from a frustrating job? Return
"I know the answer is within me," they
say, "but how do I gain access to my inner wisdom?"
Tasty and sanitary and a big value for the money. You will
allow your children to eat all they want of them.
So promised the marketing brochure for the ice
cream sandwich machine, a labor-saving device invented and patented
by my erratically brilliant great-grandfather, a man who luxuriated
in Florida whenever his fortunes were high and who hightailed it
back to Ohio as soon as his cash depleted and he needed to brainstorm
a new idea.