Like probably every single person out there suffering from insomnia and therefore reading Tempus Fugit, I am tired. Like you, I am tired of COVID and the startling way it has somehow become a political issue. Let's hope we all live through it.
I was thinking about something that I said at the second annual (and final) gathering of the "Watch Expert's Network" at BaselWorld (the less said about that ill-fated effort, the better), where I asked the absolutely crazy question - "Do any of you actually remember why you got involved in writing about watches in the first place?" Well, imagine a vacuum sucking all of the air out of the room at a startling rate. More than a few feathers were ruffled, but Robert-Jan Broer, to his credit, understood that I wasn't trying to pick a fight with anyone, but I was a wee bit exasperated by the waste of an hour and a half listening to a lot of hot air during Sunday (the busiest day at BaselWorld back then). But to Robert-Jan's credit, he understood what I was driving at - "What was the trigger." In other words, what drove us all to be interested in something like watches in the first place?
Well, I remember my first SWATCH, the Calypso Diver. I could go into all sorts of crazy details, recount the story, but essentially I hopped into my 1978 Toyota Corona and drove to Midway Mall. There in the May Company's jewelry case they had the Calypso Diver and the Yamaha Racer. It was back and forth between the two of them, but in the end I opted for the Calypso Diver.
Anyway, that is a long way of saying that I actually really miss those particular SWATCHs. Last week a reader forwarded me this website -
And once there, gentle reader, my eye fell on this time machine -
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| Courtesy of Paulin Watches |
So I selected he black cordovan strap and solid case back option -
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| Courtesy of Paulin Watches |
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