Five O'Clock Somewhere

Welcome to Five O'Clock Somewhere, where it doesn't matter what time zone you're in; it's five o'clock somewhere. We'll look at rural life, especially as it happens in Rio Arriba County, New Mexico, cats, sailing (particularly Etchells racing yachts), and bits of grammar and Victorian poetry.

Monday, September 18, 2006

What time is it?

Or, define “broken”

An interesting thing about the clock that I received as a trophy for coming in second in the Sunrise Regatta: It’s broken. Or maybe not.

We set it and put a battery in it, and it started running happily, the second hand ticking around and around the dial like, well, like clockwork.

Then we noticed something else: While the second hand was happily doing its thing, the minute and hour hands weren’t moving. Hmmmm … Next thing to do was set it for … well … you know what time. I wonder if Zorro selected that particular clock as the second-place trophy for a reason.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well, it is right twice a day... :D

Mon Sep 18, 08:01:00 PM MDT  

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