Moment of Zen
When I was eleven years old my parents drove my brother and I to a slot car place where you rented a track for 15 minutes and raced your slot cars. My father left his keys in the ignition in his car, as he often did in those more innocent days. I was more cynical and as I walked around the car past the driver’s window I noticed his keys in the ignition. What if someone wanted to steal the car, the keys were right there to be used ? I decided to secure the keys by locking the door.