My great-grand father built a house in 1894 that's still in my family. Recently, my mom died at 97 and I rented the house to a nice lady. The first thing she asked was about a key. After a few dumb looks and some stammering, I found the original "skeleton" type key to the front door and the kitchen door, and handed them to her. It's probably the first time in 120 years that those doors are being locked.
I built the house I live in, at the other end of the driveway from mom's house, in 1991. The front and rear doors came with keys, but we never have locked the doors. This past year, as the refugees from NYC started to infest our little town, my wife suggested that we start locking the house. After all, she reasoned, Mr. Glock, our director of safety and security, isn't always on duty. I managed to find the keys, and had a few duplicates made.
There are lots of little changes that are taking place due to the pandemic and the other unmentionable nonsense going on. One small change is that now I need to lock a house for the first time in my 74 years, and I bring the car keys in at night. <sigh>
