….What time it is? Does anybody really care?
So the lyric came to me as I’m rattling about looking for a guitar this morning, after an evening when I tried to find a watch that works…time, for whatever reason, has been relatively important to me always, or so it would appear. I must have forty wristwatches, all but one of which could not tell me the time if I begged them because since I use my cell phone for everything, including time of day, I have let the batteries…expire, shall we say…in all the rest. The one dinosaur that I own that winds up is only rarely wound or worn – I mean, it is an almost holy relic that says “Good luck from Hoppy” on the back…an original Hopalong Cassidy wristwatch with William Boyd on the face. Hmmm. I have to rethink my weakness for certain types of characters. This may be deeper than I think. Anyway, yeah, well. Guitar time (oh no!)