Like an orchestra led by some demented conductor, the clocks begin announcing themselves around 2 in the afternoon. Cuckoos and chimes and gongs. It’s like this every day, all day, at the top of every hour. Life in a clock shop.
Beth Woolsey barely registers the cacophony. She’s talking about that Herschede grandfather clock over there. The price is steep, yes — $3,000 — but it’s mechanical art. Look at the thing. It has tubular bells for chimes and a filigree dial with a moon face that rotates each day, simulating the lunar cycle.
“So when there’s a full moon, it’s centered on the face,” says Woolsey, the fifth-generation owner of The Clock Shop…