EVERYTHING IS SECURE

EVERYTHING IS SECURE – My father had a bedtime routine that makes me smile to think about it. About ten o’clock each night, he would meander into the kitchen, crumble a piece of corn bread into a glass of buttermilk, and drink it. He then made the rounds to the front and back doors, checking the locks. Then he would step into the bedroom I shared with my brother and say, “Everything is secure, boys. You can go to sleep now.”