There’s nothing a watch enthusiast loves more than the creamy patina and scuff marks coupled with the story being told by a wind-worn, scruffy bearded, and gravel-toned orator. The mystique of a well-worn watch, the places it’s been, the things it’s seen, the life lived by the person who wore it.  I think we each quietly hope, in our own way, that in 50 years, we will be that person with the watch, and the stories of a life well-lived. Continue reading Give Yourself a Function