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Article: When It's Time for a Watch
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- The Washington Post
- Article date:
- December 13, 1989
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My grandfather gave me my first watch when I was 5. He made
quite a ceremony of handing it over. It had been his own watch, and
it apparently had great sentimental value. It had a silver
expandable band, and its crystal face was faintly yellow with age. I
slipped it around my left wrist, and admired it. Then, I lowered my
arm and my grandfather's watch, which was much too big for a
5-year-old, slid rapidly off my wrist, landing face down on the thick
kitchen tiles, and shattered.
"Que sera, sera," I said, that being a big song at the time.
"Get a load of this kid," my grandmother said. "He drops an
heirloom, and he thinks he's Rosemary Clooney."