There is a song—either Beatles or Rolling Stones, maybe—which has a title or a line: “time, it’s on your side”. That may be true if you wear a wrist watch. I do not, so time is just here, there, and everywhere. I also do not wear any jewelry or even a wedding ring (that was the only lone in a pre-nup), because I dislike encumbrances.
Some may list the wrist watch as one of the greatest inventions of all time (bad pun intended), ranking it up there with fire, sliced bread, and automatic weapons. Long ago, people were forced to rely on looking up at the sun, before someone invented the sundial. At some point in history, some genius managed to figure out how to build a clock, meaning that people could be criticized for being late on cloudy days. The first ones were really large. Long before the Japanese figured out how to miniature everything, someone with great patience and manual dexterity managed to reduce a wall clock to something that a slender wrist could lift. Then, the bloody things became fashion items. Have you noticed the cost of expensive watches? Ridiculous.
I have reverted to older times (another bad, but intended pun) and do not wear a wrist watch. I do not rely on the sun, but usually carry my phone. That way, my children can call to ask for money, and I can see what time I must be home for a meal.
Despite the sun, sundials, clocks, watches, and phones, time still waits for no man. Not even rich ones, which means that there can be no class warfare on time.
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.