
The clock in the middle of the Grand Central Station on 42nd St in New York City shows up in lots of movies and TV shows. It rises above the waves of people who crisscross the vast concourse like a beacon light for all to consult. Both locals and out-of-towners give a passing glance at one of its four faces for the time of day, but, perhaps more to find a reassuring “still point” of orientation on a deeper level.
“Meet me at the clock.” Sounds easy, doesn’t it?
But during rush hour on a busy weekday morning or evening, “Meet me at the clock” turns into a daunting assignment, sort of like looking for a needle in a haystack, when the hay is constantly in motion!
If you ever have a chance to go there, spend a few minutes standing still, out there in the middle. Look, really look, at the thousands of people who sail by. Some look ahead with a frantic determined gaze. “I’m late, I’m late, for a very important date.”
Others scan the horizon in several directions, first toward the train platforms, then to the TV monitors announcing arrivals. Reunions and goodbyes abound, exhilaration and tears. Memories are made of this.
Buddy, have you got the time?








