This is a true story, but admittedly it did happen many years ago. I’m revisiting it this week because once again, I locked myself out of the house. This time it was in broad daylight, and I had all my clothes on, a distinct improvement from what I did about 20 years ago. It’s worth retelling the story …

I had just arrived home after giving a speech, pulled into the garage about 11 p.m., and entered the house through the door inside the garage. Mary Ellen was asleep upstairs. I quietly went into the bedroom and undressed, but before putting on my sleeping shorts, I decided to run downstairs and grab a small bottle of fruit juice from the garage fridge. I retrieved the drink and turned the knob to re-enter the house. The knob refused to budge. “No way,” I said to myself. And no clothes, ei

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