I recently counted the clocks in my household. There are 36 of them, including those in my cars. Ten of these are controlled by the wireless gods. The rest I have to set myself.
The one in the sports car has been reset every six months by a computer-expert friend of mine until last October when he disappeared from my life.
I’m presently bereft of the means to bring this clock into conformity. I don’t understand the instruction book. But I haven’t given up. I will be synchronized with the rest of the world except for the other 35 clocks, which are always a few minutes off anyways.
Donald L. Miller, Miami