Paperwork: I have dozens of keys that surely unlock something, somewhere, maybe

I love a good mystery. I have dozens of them dangling from various key chains. But hey ... that’s what my generation does. Or so I am told by some guy who seemed wise. I didn’t write down the name of the guy, so I call him “the prof” because he sounded smart. As he talked, I simply nodded to no one in the room but the dog, and chuckled a few times. He was talking true and preaching to the choir, as they say. The choir being all of us lucky devils who grew up as Baby Boomers. He was detailing a list of seven things that younger generations would never experience. Things that also help define Boomers. I am not diving into the prof’s list. There’s nothing on it that would surprise you. But he did strum a chord with me when he mentioned keys – old, abandoned, mystery keys. He used them as an example of what Boomers do with things that are useless. Useless means we don’t really know what they are or where they came from. But they sure do look important. So ... do we throw them away? Of cour