Re: How does anything stay locked?
My mother took a job at a pencil factory in Chicago in the 1960's. It was once connected by a secret tunnel that ran under the street to a nearby hotel that was owned by Al Capone. The tunnel was sealed and long gone, but one day the factory owner took my mom up a ladder to show her what was hiding on top the ceiling rafters. Row after row after row of vintage, rusty old coffee cans. And every one of them was full of dirt :)
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