All those cunning devices we use to chart the illusion of sequence in our brief human existence? Those machines are as susceptible to damage and decay as we who own them. Luckily, there's nary a thwarted chronograph on Earth that can't be fixed or improved by Raymond Garza, relentlessly tinkering in his second-floor repair shop in the Arboretum, as affable as he is skilled and efficient. Oh, and he fixes jewelry too.
