Time Me Up!
The same weekend the time changed, my alarm clock broke. I had one of those Baby Ben wind-up clocks, the second or third in my entire life, the only kind I’ve ever really had. H.E. has always given me a hard time about Baby Ben, saying I must be crazy to wind that clunky little thing up every night before I go to bed, only to wake up to an unforgivingly harsh, clangy loud alarm that pulls me out of…