When I was a kid we would often travel from Springfield to Bristol, Vermont to see my grandparents. During one visit they returned from the town landfill – there was no curbside trash pickup in those days – with a mantel clock they discovered there. My grandparents were not garbage pickers, but as they say, one man's trash is another man's treasure. The clock was the worse for wear and exposure to the elements, but it retained some of its former dignity. There was a problem with its clockworks. . . .
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