Finding God in the Rubble of Numbers

As I thought of writing a second book my mind drifted toward a theme to draw out my thoughts. I don’t know when numbers** became the tool, the angle I’d use to tell my stories. Perhaps it was my frequent trips down Hertel Avenue that suggested the use of numbers. I would glance to the left at a small shop and memories of my dad and his watch repair shop would quickly emerge. Vivid pictures flashed in my mind’s eye- dad bent over his work bench or standing in front of the shop near a window ...