It’s Friday, which means I have to wind up the clock on the wall. It’s my wife’s clock. She brought it from Poland, where it had originally been her paternal grandmother’s who lived with them when my ...

With clocks relentlessly ticking and chimes melodically ringing, the Tick Tock Shop is not a quiet place. But that symphony — from desk clocks and wall clocks and cuckoo clocks and more — is lost on ...