I’d found the watch, a Benrus from the 1930s, after a considerable hunt that took me to three different flea markets. I then spent twice as much on a new amber-colored lizard-skin band at the Polo Shop in San Antonio,
link where I had a high-school job. It was the beginning of learning how to be a style scavenger,
link how to make things work. Only one problem:
link It didn’t. The hands were frozen in place, and I had bought it as-is for about 30 bucks.