LONG before subway “countdown clocks” that foretold, with varying amounts of accuracy, when the next train would appear, these simply designed analog clocks, here seen at Fordham Road in 2016, were ubiquitous on subway stations all over town. Their simple design got the job done for people who weren’t wearing watches, which were few in number when the clocks first appeared in the swinging Sixties (these days, watches are more luxury or jewelry items than practical, as pocket IPhones and Androids display the time).
For many years, I never wore a watch. In the 1990s, I happened on a Mickey Mouse watch on Sanford Avenue in Flushing and used that for a few years, and then another watch, the make I forget. I also disdained wireless phones for years because I despised the people who yelled into them on buses and trains. I finally relented and acquired a flip phone, which did the trick for a few years; it’s still in a drawer as a spare. My first IPhone I sprung for in 2015, an IPhone 6. I was sent an IPhone 7 as a gift from a fan, which served for several years; I finally purchased a 13, and now have a 15. Thank G more people text these says instead of yelling, though they still exist.
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5/13/25