Locks

The rents have lived in this wee urban farm for at least 35 years. The front door is in awesome shape, heavy old slam ready door from 1940 something. Besides the mantel, it is the only non-heinous thing about the house, okay and the wood floors, and i like the old wood windows even if they are falling apart. But besides that, no offense house- i don't care about you. You're sort of lacking in character and are in serious need of some attention. Poor house. But if the house were demolished the door and the mantel i would take. Anyway the door has this awesome internal lock mechanism where you just punch a button in the jamb of the door and it locks the door. It's completely cool, but we've never had a key for it so we always go around to the back door to get in, and when i don't unlock the front door just to spite them. Because I myself completely resent not being able to come thru the front door, but i'm so used to doing it that i'd forgotten why. I pondered multiple times over my life why there was no key and why we weren't like normal people who had locks to the front door, and door keys on your carkeyring but it was just a tick that you seemed aware of but then it passed, never quite became verbal other than just some mental note of how clearly this is whats wrong with the world. Then suddenly after 50 some years of use the lock finally decided to not click in anymore. And then even more without warning my dad was dismantling the lock and taking it to a locksmith. I guess even he could not bear to leave by the back door, as all these years the insult of having to go thru the back upon returning was enough of an insult but then to have to exit by the back became too much. So after 35 years and 3 locksmiths later- we each have a shiny new key to this old awesome door. I had never thought it possible.