“Donald, have you seen my keys? I’ve looked everywhere  and they are simply gone.” “Did you check your purse?” “Yes. They aren’t there.” “Then I don’t know what to tell you. I haven’t seen your keys,” my dad said. This occurred many years — decades — ago when I was in high school. The keys stayed lost for several days. It was not like my mother to lose things and during that time she was constantly on the alert — picking up things and putting them down again, occasionally muttering to herself, even checking unlikely places like the refrigerator and the linen closet. Of course, they couldn’t be there. And they weren’t. Then one day, mother said “Donald! Where did you find my keys?” Dad was nonplussed. “I haven’t seen your keys,” he told her. “Well here they are on my dressing table. I know I looked there. They couldn’t… Read More »