The Good Old Days

If you were a boy who grew up in my generation, you probably remember the thrill of your first glow-in-the-dark watch; taking it into a darkened room to see it work, hoping that the power would go out so you could be the timekeeping authority in the house.

Looking at my wrist today I can still remember my first glow-in-the-dark watch. Maybe it's just the odd circular pattern of age spots on my arm, but I can clearly picture that old radium dial.