I’m a lucky man to have known my great grandfather, even for just a brief time. He was born in 1882 in Chapel Hill, N.C., grew up working on the railroad, and eventually became the Clerk of the Court. Not one to forget about the details, he most often wore a tailored black suit, crisp white shirt, bolero tie, black hat, and his ever-present pocket watch with silver chain running from pocket to pocket of his vest. Some years after he died, I was given one of his pocket watches (the Rodania 17 Jewels) that I’ve carried ever since. Although it keeps perfect time, I wouldn’t imagine it’s worth much on the open market. It is beyond priceless to me.