How unusual to have an entire mall devoted to antiques. Walking through it was like walking through another world – a world that I felt very comfortable in. I wasn’t looking for anything in particular, but I had the feeling that there was something here for me – not me, the antique collector, but me the individual. Something caught my eye, and I walked back to a small but nicely presented storefront. The owner greeted me, and asked if I wished to see watches. I nodded yes, although I didn’t know why. I did purchase a watch that called to me – it was a double for my deceased father’s watch. It wasn’t until I got home and saw the faint ingraving that this was indeed my deceased father’s watch.
May 2021 Bonnie Cehovet
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