Dick Tracy, get ready to eat your heart out

I’ve always had a fascination with wristwatches and I’ll never forget the coolest watch I’ve ever owned. It was the mid-’80s and my mother bought me a calculator watch. The face of the watch was covered with ultra-miniature calculator keys, and I suppose there were some bony-fingered science-types out there who could perform some pretty complex calculations using it, but as an eight-year-old kid, I mostly used it to compute how many comic books I could buy with the three dollars and odd change I was carrying with me. It was actually a terrible gift to give a child because…