Behind
Locked Doors
“I
have six locks on my doors all in a row. When I go out, I lock every
other one. I figure no matter how long somebody stands there picking
locks, they are always locking three.” Elayne Boosler
The
other day, when Liza and I were walking, I noticed that every yard in
my neighborhood has one of those little blue hexagonal signs naming
their security service. We live behind cyber shields these days, with
lights and motion sensors, and sirens. And if that doesn't stop
'them' we're armed to the teeth. Some people even keep semi-automatic
weapons handy, just in case. Is that strange to anyone but me? It got me wondering, “What the heck!
When did this happen?”
When
I was a child, we went to my grandparents in Jefferson City, TN for
two weeks in summer. Every night before bed, my grandfather would
turn three large bolt locks on the front door. We all laughed about
it behind his back because he was such an oddity. In that little tiny
town, there was no crime worth spitting at, much less anything
requiring three locks. It was mid-twentieth-century. In most
neighborhoods no one locked their doors, day or night.
I
know—times have changed. I get that. I just am not sure what
happened to change them so dramatically. Is it that we have so much
more “stuff” that needs protecting? Is it that we live in a
constant state of fear and paranoia, and if so, why? Is it that we're
so in love with technology, we've put our very lives in its care?
Whatever it is, we obviously don't feel safe without that
ever-present link to the authorities. I've decided to take it to the
next level—I'm going to a higher power! I'm making one of those
little blue signs that says, “Witch Lives Here.” We'll see how
many trespassers I get.
In
the Spirit,
Jane
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Jane, you have been nominated for the “One Lovely Blog Award.” Read more about it at http://notdarkyet-commentary.blogspot.com/2014/10/one-lovely-blog-award.html
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