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During the bitter days of World War II, a stranger approached a youth in Navy uniform one night
in New York and asked for the time. The young fellow pulled up his sleeve, glanced at his wrist watch, and said, “Well, by my time it’s seven o’clock.”
Knowing it to be much later than that by several hours, the stranger inquired whether his watch hadn’t
stopped. “No,” said the fellow, “you see I keep my watch on mountain time, so’s to know what the folks back home in Idaho are doing. For instance, right about now Dad is coming in from evening chores, and the family is gathering round the table heaped with good foods that Mother’s prepared, and Dad is thankin’ God for what’s on that table. I know what time it is here, but I always like to think of what’s going on back home.” |
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