If any of you ever went to the other part of this blog, you’d read I used to do some kind of journalism type stuff.  I guess you’d think journalism was about getting the inside story about different interesting subjects.  If you think that, you’d be wrong.  It is about calling people day in and day out and getting no comments and occasionally writing something that doesn’t get torn apart.

But thankfully the journalism part of my story is long over so I can enjoy getting real stories about real things on my own.  Like for example, this thing:

 

No, this picture isn’t from 1948 because I wasn’t alive but the rain sure makes Boston look dreary and old, doesn’t it?

Actually, we aren’t talking about that whole thing.  Just this part of it, that I also made to look like it was shot directly after World War II:

 

No, I didn’t sand blast it.  I just kind of made it look old.  Anyway, the clock has long fascinated me.  OK, any clock pretty much fascinates me so that isn’t much of a surprise.  But what came as a surprise was that walking by the Customs Tower the next day with a visitor from afar, I decided to go to the top, where I had been before.

The Customs tower is now a hotel, where you can go to the top for a small amount of money and see a big view.  As an extra added bonus, the lady told us that we could stop and see the inner working of the clock.  I smiled quite broadly when she said this, so I went up to see.  I was expecting to see giant gears and the ringing of a giant clock.  While I didn’t see that, I did get to see this:

 

 

 

Yeah, mechanics and gears, that’s pretty cool.  But the next part is by far the coolest.  I got to see the clock numbers from inside.  Check it out: