“A little voice inside my head said don't look back,
You can never look back.
I thought I knew what love was, what did I know?
Those days are gone forever
I should just let them go but…”
— Don Henley, “Boys of Summer”
As surely as my pale shins first see the sun in late May, a Seiko goes on my wrist. Fall, winter, and spring, not so much. Then it’s vintage…
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