Truman said from the backseat. “You’ve got time to sightsee if you want. It’s not even ten yet.” “How do you know the time?” I asked. “You don’t wear a watch.” “I cheated,” Truman said. “I looked at yours.” “You don’t wear a watch?” Seth said, carefully backing the car down the driveway. “Threw it away years ago.” “How do you manage if you don’t know what time it is? What about your patients?” “It’s not really hard. I just tell my patients to come in after breakfast, before lunch, or after work. No point in giving them a specific time. They don’t wear watches either. On occasion they may have to wait, but no one’s in a hurry, so it works out fine.” “Well, I’m not in a hurry either,” I said, “so where would you suggest I go?” “There’s a lot of history down here. I think I mentioned that President Truman had his summer White House here. There’s that, and Mel Fisher’s museum. It’s got some of the treasure he salvaged from a sunken Spanish galleon.
