I Have The Key
AS I WAS GETTING INTO THE CAR YESTERDAY I accidently dropped my car keys. Five minutes later, as I was straightening up after that long trip to the ground and back, I took a close look at that mass of metal I called my key ring.
I must have had fifteen keys and other junk hanging there. The problem was that I couldn’t identify what half of them were for. What did they open?
For how many years had I been lugging around these chunks of metal that were absolutely useless in my life? Over coffee this morning I decided to try to make some sense of it all.
OK, let’s see…