The Case of the Missing Keys
as featured in Desert Exposure Magazine My elderly father, who lives with my wife and I, has his own set of keys to our house, so he comes and goes on his walks as he pleases. I used to try to look out for him, but no matter what I suggested, he’d do the opposite. "Pop," I'd tell him, "It's hot. Why don't you wait until it cools off?" "It's not hot," my father would say on his way out. On his way back in, he'd say, "Man, was it hot. I should have waited until it cooled off." "Pop, it’s cold." "Pop, it's raining." "Pop, it's getting dark." I retired from a job I really enjoyed to become a weatherman for my father. On this particular day, my father gets home feeling good. So good, in fact, that he decides to go on an afternoon walk. The problem is, he can't...