The watch

Jeff and I took our van in to the repair shop for the air-conditioning - again (thank goodness it was warranty work). When I was waiting on Jeff to drop the key off and initiate repairs an older gentleman, all weathered, and tanned, pulled up in his little pickup truck. When he got out of his truck he turned his too-big watch around to check the time. The entire scenario before my eyes spoke - dad - to me. The weathered and tanned look of the older gentleman, the little pickup truck, and especially the watch. Dad wore his watch just like that. It always struck me funny once. But struck me to tears then. But then, I smiled. Because memories are so good.