If you’ve ever stepped into a local clockmaker’s shop: the kind tucked away in a quiet alley where time seems to behave differently: you know the sound. It’s a rhythmic, steady tick-tock that hums beneath the surface. You don’t see the tiny brass gears or the tension in the springs, but you know they are…
If you’ve ever stepped through the front door of Second Wind Sales and Services, you know the sound. It isn’t the whirring of a cooling fan or the steady click-clack of Stan working away on a motherboard. No, the first thing you hear is a voice that sounds like a burst of sunshine hitting a…