On Saturday I received a call from an old friend of the family. His family has been an old Rolex dealer. He knows I’m head over hills with my two and a half years old granddaughter. So, in short, he says: “I have an idea. I have something here that you might want to pick up and keep in the bag for when your granddaughter turns eighteen. Just keep it in the bag for her. Come on over anytime you want to. I’ll keep it here until you drop by.” That was on Saturday afternoon. So, earlier today I drove over to see what he had in mind. His family owns a jewelry so it could have been anything. In I go, he greets me nonchalantly, and slips a box across the glass display. And there it is, the new model with the black dial. The white I’ve had for a while, and the other for some years now (and that’s my favorite which I wear rather often). I think I’ll do as he suggested I do for my lovely baby. What do you think?