The key to keys. That’s what I am trying to figure out, as I gaze in frustration at the dozens of keys in front of me right now that I have absolutely no idea what they are for. As tempted as I am to throw them away, I fear that I may truly need them someday to unlock something. Can you relate?
Keys have certainly changed over time, and they keep changing. The first keys started with locks in ancient Egypt more than 6,000 years ago — and they were made of wood. Seriously.
Today’s keys aren’t keys at all, at least not for vehicles. These loaf-of-bread-sized “fobs” are handy with the electric ignition start, remote locking/unlocking and flying mechanism (OK, I made the last one up), but, as many of you know, they aren’t very comfortable to place in your pocket. And when you do, you are likely to set off the alarm (at least I am).
I wrote a column a few years ago about this frustration and how I started clipping my keys to a carabiner on my belt loop. My problem was solved, except for the other fob I need to open the doors to our office. I am not tall enough to get the carabiner close to the entry port to let me in. Then I thought of Schneider, the maintenance superintendent in the 1970s TV sitcom, “One Day At A Time.” I took a cue from him and bought one of those pull-string key chains. Another problem was solved… until the string snapped. Now I am back to the carabiner and have learned to stretch on my tippy-toes with a calf-cramp to get to the proper height.
If you happen to own a business, you know the frustration and cost involved in collecting keys from employees who quit or are fired and the need to re-key the locks if they don’t turn those keys in. A decade or so ago, we decided to go with the fob system, so we can now simply de-activate the fobs if they are not returned. Those little fobs are cheap to replace. The vehicle fob? Not so much.
I have to admit that I miss the simpleness of the old keys. I remember going to work with my dad as a child, and we were looking at an old farm house that he was going to tear down. As we walked through what was left of the home, I noticed old iron keys in the key holes. I had never seen “skeleton” keys before. The property owners told this 5-year-old kid that I could have them, so I gladly collected them all. I wish I could find them now. They are probably stowed away somewhere behind a lock that one of these keys I am staring at right now might open. Ugh.
I recently purchased a hand engraver and have started marking keys so I know what they go to (house, garage, shed, treasure chest, etc.). This helps with each new key, but I still don’t know what to do with all the old ones. As such, the search for the key to managing all these keys continues.
Have a marvelous Monday, and thanks for reading.
Shane Goodman President and Publisher Big Green Umbrella Media shane@dmcityview.com 515-953-4822, ext. 305 www.thedailyumbrella.com |