Neatened up for this shot. We have soooo many keys I have no idea what they’re for. I should get rid of bunches of them before putting the rest back in the drawer. Iowa Blackie, who you see on the key tag holding his card, was a friend we knew when we lived in Minnesota. He was a self-styled hobo and proud of it. He was also a poet. We have a number of his books. I thought of him recently and found out on the internet he had passed away.
