The Allisons have a long history of locked doors, unlocked doors, locked, unlocked . . . A few months ago, we kept the door locked all the time. Well, remember Anne? 84 year old maid school teacher, worst gossip in the world, 5 apts down? She's very lonely and very needy. Alot of the neighbors avoid her for those reasons. I'm not one of them. I indulge her to 3 or 4 phone calls daily, and a short visit or two almost every day. Well, one day the phone rang and it was Anne, call #4 for the day. I just didn't want to talk, so I let it roll to voice mail. About 5 min later, another call from Anne. I didn't answer it. About 15 minutes later, I heard a commotion outside the front door. We have windows you can look out of but no one can look in, so I could see a dozen or so neighbors arguing in front of our door. I unlocked the door and opened it to see what all the excitement was about. I thought a few elderly ladies were going to faint, everyone was so surprised! Anne said, "Why didn't you answer the phone?" and I made up some excuse. Turns out that when I didn't answer the phone, Anne was convinced that I had fallen or was in need of medical care of some kind, so she organized some of the neighbors, and they were arguing about whether to break a window and come in to see if I was ok, or call 911 and let them break the window. After that, I started leaving the door unlocked (until now; now it's locked, again.) There's more! We started keeping the door locked in the first place because . . . . maybe another time. Anne was involved there, too. Have a great weekend, everybody! And thanks for all the kind comments! Linda