Night of the Living Deadbolt

Becky and Gino dropped us off late after a fun evening at Virginia and Ezio's apartment. Neither Susan nor I could open our door. We both realized that if a thief had climbed in through a balcony window the first thing he (OK, OK, or she might do would be close the deadbolts from the inside. So, we called Becky and Gino to ask them to pick us up and strategically withdrew. After spending the night (Baby Girl got major quality time with Luka and Sophie, the pets, and with "Ba-ba and Dio") I met Liane Croce, our landlady, and Massimmo, the locksmith. A couple hours later all was well, although no one is sure how the deadbolt took on a life of its own.

Massimmo, a nice guy who speaks good English, is on his way Monday to L.A. for a kung fu session with his "guru."