The Worshipful Order of Horologists
Those of you who follow me on Twitter or Facebook might recall me talking about a project I called “WOH” last year. And now it’s out. The Worshipful Order of Horologists is… Continue reading
Those of you who follow me on Twitter or Facebook might recall me talking about a project I called “WOH” last year. And now it’s out. The Worshipful Order of Horologists is… Continue reading
It was his father’s fault. Dragging him to auctions and estate sales. Wedging him between boxes in the backseat on the way home. Infecting him with the stench of cotton rag and printer’s ink. Stuart’s fate had been sealed before he could talk. His father had trapped him in this business. Continue reading
No one needed to bring a gift. The bride brought music. The groom brought words. And a lifetime apart had brought china and linens and two very nice toasters.
But nothing lasts forever, and wedding guests feel awkward showing up empty-handed. So each brought a box as covered with ribbons and bows on the outside as it was empty within. Continue reading