When I broached it with my mom, she told me subtly that she did not think I could tell time without numbers. I begged. I pleaded. I told her I would learn. She insisted on the numbers. I carefully composed my letter to Santa with clear directives.
On Christmas Eve, my Aunt Cathi and Uncle Johny gave me a Swatch watch with large numbers on it. I hated that damn watch.
Ode to a Swatch
by Dave Snyder
I'm wound up tight,
If you pay too much attention to me,
You will be too.
I catch what files with my hands,
but always toss it back.
I'm in a band,
but make no noise.
My ancestors are stone,
Worshiped the sun,
But worked with shadow.
It was only after I opened the box that I realized the flags were not of the world. Rather, they were of the boating world. Yachting flags. And for the record, I can tell time on it.