The Drawer Full of Keys

🔊 Listen to this post &#xA; At the bottom of a kitchen drawer in the house where I grew up, there was a little congregation of keys. &#xA; Some opened doors that no longer existed. Some belonged to bicycles that had become rust before I was born. One was probably important, which is the traditional reason nobody threw any of them away. They lay together in a soft metallic argument: evidence of…