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MEMORIES OF KARA

When I was in seminary, I was known as "The Security Dude." What this really meant was that I was the "Keeper of the Keys," and 95% of my job entailed opening up the seminary in the morning and locking up the seminary at night. Four percent of my job entailed getting people back into their apartment/dorm when they had inadvertently left their keys inside.

The best locked-out story came after Thanksgiving one year when a classmate calls me up on her cell phone and says, "I left my keys at home (she was a commuter) and I'm almost to the seminary. Can you meet me in the parking lot and unlock my room for me?"

Sure thing -- so I met her and went up to her dorm, only to find that she had left her keys in the door all vacation.

But probably the best call I got was from Kara. I answered and she says, "Um . . . we are locked inside of our apartment." Apparently the latch to the deadbolt broke in the locked position. Never in my life have I encountered anyone locked inside of their home. That is, until now.

Leaving for school this morning (I drove the girls), our front storm door would not open. The handle would turn, but it didn't move the latch. Luckily for us we have a backdoor that works.

The funny thing is that just last night I was talking with my new Junior Warden. He wanted to know what that meant. I told him that Jr. Warden's were traditionally responsible for property issues. Mrs. Ref was supposed to call him this morning, "Um . . . we are locked inside the house."