Sunday, March 8, 2020

Time and Its Warp

    There was another time. Dorothy and Gus had a Cuckoo Clock on the wall of their kitchen at 5 Charming Lane (Home to Arthur A. King, poetically enough.) The Cuckoo sprang out, calling its name, once on every half hour, and then as many times as were the hours. When Marilyn and David were little (B.D. before Danny), they were fascinated by the eruption of the Cuckoo. Knowing the time of a new hour was near, they would sit on  kitchen chairs in front of the clock, eagerly awaiting  the appearance of the magical bird. Sometimes if our visit was long enough, they would wait there for its single half-hour appearance too. 
    That seemed pretty high technology back in the 1970's, when the only other automation they'd been exposed to was probably Coke machines.

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