Outsmarting the criminal element

This key wouldn’t fit any lock today.

But it used to be a spare house key. I had it hidden in my desk at the newspaper. Hidden so well, in fact, that I had forgotten all about it until I came across it a moment ago while searching for something else.

No, I don’t actually have a “Priest Lake cabin.” That was my ploy to confuse and befuddle any bad guys who happened upon said key.

Yes, I’m shaking my head, too.