As I was going through my late cousin Michael's effects to sell them at an estate sale, I came across a vintage Longine's watch that probably belonged to his father, cousin Big Mike. After doing some research, I am pretty sure that this was a watch they put out for the 1964 World's Fair in New York, especially since there was a woman's watch that went with it. It was love at first sight. At first, after conducting one of those infamous Google searches, I confused it with a similar watch that was worth $3,500. I was sad because there was no way I could justify buying a watch in that price category. However, the jeweler gave me good news when he offered $100 for it. So, I bought it from the estate and gave it to the jeweler to be serviced: new crystal, cleaning, new wrist band. So, a few weeks and $145 later I had a beautiful vintage watch that holds a lot of sentimental value because it belonged to my deceased cousin. I had worn the watch for a couple of months before giving it to the jeweler. It had run maybe two or three minutes fast every two days or so. (Maybe a little more, but certainly an acceptable amount.) After being serviced it runs more than a minute fast EVERY HOUR! (I reset it again at 3:15 pm yesterday. By 7:53 this morning, it read 8:20!) When I called the jeweler, I heard pretty much what I had expected (in a thick Lithuanian accent): "The watch is 70 (sic) years old. The parts are worn. It was filthy when I took it apart. The oil had hardened in places. I cleaned it and adjusted it. I did my best." Should I have followed the watch version of my father's reasoning of why he would not have the engine on his old jalopy cleaned? He said that it was all the gunk that held it together.