Besides the Mido I wear most days I also have a lower-end vintage curvex, which stopped working some months after I bought it. The Sikh fellow who runs the hole-in-the-wall jewelry store a couple miles from here tells me that unless it holds significant sentimental value it really isn’t worth fixing. I’d like to have another couple-three old wristwatches, and lower-end ones are fine by me. I’m at a point in this life where I want nothing of a material nature so precious that I’d worry much about losing it. This is not to say that I’m not materialistic. I like surrounding myself with beautiful things, but beautiful things aren’t necessarily spendy. I’m reminded of an appraisal of a piece of art on a recent episode of Antiques Roadshow. If that artwork was by whatever “name” artist the appraiser thought it might be, then it would fetch a big ol’ pile of many, he said. And if it wasn’t, it was worth maybe 50 dollars. So it’s not the art itself that brings the bucks. Watches aren’t art; higher-end watches are in many tangible ways superior to cheap ones. Still, my old Mido is a well-made Swiss watch. I paid a C note for it a couple years ago. A Rolex of the same vintage is not 50 or 100 or more times better, as the price difference might suggest.