The Case Of The Missing Keys
My father has his own keys to the house and gate so he can come and go as he pleases on his walks. We used to try to keep track of his walks, but no matter what we suggested he would want to do the opposite. "Pop," I'd tell him, "it's hot. Why don't you wait until it cools down?" "It's not that hot," my father would say on his way out. A half-hour later, on his way back in, he'd tell me, "Man, it was hot . I should have waited until it cooled down." "Pop, it looks like rain." "Pop, it's cold. Put on a jacket." "Pop, it's getting dark. Take a flashlight with you." I retired from a job I really enjoyed to become a weatherman for my father. On this particular day, my father's morning walk was pretty uneventful and he got home feeling pretty good. So good, in fact, that he decides to go on an afternoon walk. The only problem is he can't find his keys. He walks out of the front guestho...