An uncle by marriage, Uncle Joe was an established clockmaker, well regarded in that arcane trade. After school, I’d ride my bike to his shop just to watch him work. He was deft and able but, on his two hands, Uncle Joe had only five fingers. He told me he lost them as a boy playing with fireworks and that I must never do that. My father told me it was an “industrial accident” when Uncle Joe was an apprentice clockmaker. Uncle Joe, five fingers or ten, he was a Master Clockmaker. I still believe that most anything is possible.