I live in Manhattan, and I own a pocket watch.
The watch is an antique, more than 150 years old, and, having recently passed into my care for the first time, abruptly stopped working.
I have had – and broken – watches before. Chronometers seem to be as allergic to me as I am to penicillin. Normally, when watches break, I take them to a jeweler. The jeweler wags a finger at me, tells me to be more careful, and either pronounces the watch dead or changes the battery.
Either way, I am out some money and usually late to my next appointment.
I rarely care.
But this watch is different. This watch is special. And it got me thinking – in this transient, brevity obsessed epoch, where can you go to get an antique watch repaired? I thought of contacting the Swiss Embassy, but decided that might be offensive.
Instead, thoroughly out of keeping with a centuries old timepiece, I did a Google search, and stumbled upon two Polish sisters who have maintained their watch repair shop in Manhattan for more than 30 years.
Permanence, they said, takes repairs.