Yesterday, Peter brought home the clock that Northfield eighth graders have been making in IT (i.e., shop) class since the beginning of time itself. I doubt there is a home in Northfield where an eighth grader has lived that doesn't have its clock. We have two of them. The clock is a rite—or a token—of passage, another reminder (at least to parents) that childhood is slipping away.
Marvels
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The new acropolis museum opened in Athens while I was reading Barry
Unsworth’s Land of Marvels. (Rob’s fuller review of this novel can be found
here.) Set ...
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You're right about the ubiquity of these clocks in Northfield. I smile every time I see one in the home of a friend or neighbor. Most of these clocks do not keep time in the unusual sense (our three Middle School clocks never actually worked), but they do mark a passage.
Jim is right. After two days of flawless timekeeping, the clock mysteriously succumbed to a temporal arrhythmia that seems to have proved fatal.
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