My five year old grandson called me yesterday so excited to tell me that the watch he got for his birthday matches the clock at his school.  They are the same.  He also told me about the hands, the three hands, the red second hand that goes so quickly round and round.

I realized I was older when I got my first watch and maybe never had the concept they wouldn’t be the same, or the realization of how amazing that is.

His parents feel they have to move.  They won’t raise their child in a dictatorship which Trump, Vance, and Musk have declared this will be, for our own good, since they know best.  

I don’t see where one can go.   We share a planet.  We are tied.  We may be in different time zones but the minutes match.