Sunday, September 26, 2004
Some Obsessions Are Deeply Rooted
My nephew had a fascination with keys from the time he was a toddler. That’s not necessarily unusual, but it lasted so long that I was sure he’d become a locksmith.
He used to collect all the old keys we might otherwise have discarded or tossed in a drawer. Heck, I probably have a couple dozen such random keys floating around that, had he seen them in my stuff when he was a kid, he would have offered to take off my hands.
When he was in his young teens, I gifted him with a book on lock picking that I bought from Loompanics. It was rather cool. I was trying to encourage and help him along what appeared to be his chosen path. It still seems strange to me he ended up an elevator technician.
I have no idea what’s up with the playing cards, but the part about locks and keys is no surprise at all.