Now this is the Paul Strandberg I remember

I got this email from Paul Strandberg today. A nostalgic note, I believe Paul has a number of similar tales. - Trailboss

Emptying the house
Stan,
When we sold the farm, all four of us kids and my older son got together to clean out Mom's house. While Mom wasn't much for collecting things, we managed to fill a dumpster. Like every member of my family, she had lived in the first house she had ever bought so there were memories and stuff for 60 years.
The time with my siblings was good, and we knew that we wouldn't have the farm as our home any more. While that was sad, it provided a clear end. When the rest of the family had gone, I stayed one last night by myself. In the morning, I threw the bed in the dumpster (something that should have been done 25 years ago), showered, loaded my old Civic, locked the house and got ready to go, only to discover that I had put my keys in the pants that I had put in the car trunk.
A locksmith came, worked for two hours and failed to gain entry.
Fortunately, I still had the house key, and the phone was still hooked up. I was forced to call and ask my wife to send me the extra key by express mail.
I also got my brother, who still lives in the area, to come and pick me up and put me up for the night.