They reminded me of a story my father, who passed on 60 years ago yesterday, told me:
A young man approached a nice looking gentleman in the park and asked if he would tell him the time.
“I could, but I would rather not,” said the man but not in an unfriendly way.
“Why?” said the young man.
“You seem like a nice young man.” he said. “If I tell you the time, we might engage in small talk. If we are enjoying the talk, we might sit down on a bench hear and talk some more. If we talk some more, I might discover I really like you. If I really like you, I might invite you home for dinner. If you come to dinner, you might meet my daughter. If you meet my daughter, the two of you might really hit it off. If you hit it off, you might decide to get married. I don’t want my daughter to marry a man who can’t afford a watch.
The moral of the story is clear: we are packing shorts and a parka. I also am intrigued by what a small child remembers the rest of his life.