Last week the clockmaker came to set up the grandfather clock my parents recently gave me. My grandparents brought this 19th century piece back from Germany in the 1950s, so the original provenance is unknown, but I have strong early childhood memories of its gentle ticking and mellow chimes in the stained glass light of their front hall in Gainesville, TX. Somehow it seems apropos that this elderly gentleman shares a room with my display copies of Mainspring [ Powell's | Amazon | Audible ] and Escapement [ Amazon ]. (I gave copies of the books to the clockmaker as a thank you.) It's a two-weight weekly winder, for those that care about such things.