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A short while ago, I was in a hotel in Montreal and enjoying a relaxed Sunday breakfast. Over the radio broadcast in the restaurant, I heard the presenter warn that at 08:15 there would be a snowfall. I checked my watch – it was 08:10. Outside, the day was overcast but I could see the streets were still dry and there were no ice crystals in the air. I laughed at the weather man.
You cannot imagine my surprise when, at precisely 08:15 I was astounded to see the first flakes drifting down and within ten minutes the street was already deep in snow. That, to me, is punctuality.
Correct me if I am wrong in believing clocks and watches were developed to enable a person to know exactly what time of the day or night it is and to facilitate being somewhere at a precise moment. How is it then, with almost every electronic instrument we now carry with us displaying the exact time, people can still manage to be late.
Mother was fond of reminding my brother and I that my grandfather, my father and herself were lovers of punctuality, so what happened to this excellent trait in the family gene? It certainly by passed by my children and will it resurface in the future generations when real time will be of little importance?
My brother and I shared the punctuality trait. Some years before car navigation systems were invented, I was working in Berlin and my brother a thousand or so miles away, in Italy. We arranged to rendezvous in the middle of Belgium and agreed on a recommended but off-the-track hotel, in the Ardennes as the meeting place.
Considering the distances, unknown weather, road conditions and that neither of us had been in Belgium prior to this, we understood it might be difficult to fix an exact time. We agreed to meet any time after noon.
Neither of us was in the least bit surprised, despite the thousands of miles driven, when we both turned into the hotel car park at the same moment, at twelve midday.
Mother would have been proud of us.
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