Back in 1994, my father gave me a 1952 Bulova watch with it’s original crystal, engraved on the back with a message very unlike my father. It’s one of my prized possessions, but I generally don’t wear it. Both because I don’t tend to wear watches and honestly I’m afraid of losing it. It fell off my wrist once when the band broke as I was getting off a subway train a few years ago and ‘almost’ fell onto the tracks between the train and platform.

I figured it was about time I took a picture of it. Click to blow-up.