Last month there was a solid week where I parceled my life into a series of 3 hour and 44 minute increments.
This time-keeping exercise was not to the detriment of my occupation, but I would be lying if I said I hadn’t made slight adjustments to my morning commute, disappeared for coffee at oddly specific times throughout the day, and given honest thought to a brisk morning run.. At 3:17AM.
And as bizarre as this behavior may seem given the ‘why’, I was not alone in my pursuit. Over the course of my measured week, I met teachers, bus drivers, reporters, executives, newlyweds, tourists, school children, scientists and chefs who had also been watching the clock.
There were no complimentary Red Sox tickets or golden Wonka Bars to be had at the end of this rainbow. Rather, the ‘why’ whose siren song had captivated the hearts and Outlook reminders of Bostonians from across the city..
..just so happened to be a palm-sized plastic rooster.