Mitt and Keef are the oldest and very best of friends. They’ve known each other since they were little kids in Lindenhurst, even before they were old enough to be in school. Over the course of their virtually lifelong friendship, they’ve had all sorts of adventures together, both good and bad. They’re now middle aged husbands, and fathers of teenagers. One Friday night their wives, Mabel and Harriet, nagged them into going to bed extra early so they could get up before sunrise the next morning to weed their gardens. Bright and early on Saturday they went outside to get started on their assigned chore. A couple of hours had passed quietly without any notable incident in Keef’s yard. Eventually they got to Mitt’s yard. After about fifteen minutes Keef stumbled upon quite a find. It was an obviously old key, made in some obscure anachronistic style. Eventually they went inside Mitt’s house and casually mentioned it to their dumbfounded wives. Mabel’s jaw dropped in amazement. Little did they know how truly distinctive a find this was. She was quite knowledgeable about antiques, having grown up with them. The key he found while weeding in the garden was clearly an antique. They all knew quite well that neither couple could possibly afford such an obscenely expensive luxury. They assumed that someone must have somehow dropped it there. Perhaps a visiting friend or neighbor was the victim of some mistake. After quite a lot of entirely harmless daydreaming, the dumbfounded foursome came to a decision. They understood quite well that they couldn’t keep it. They asked friends about it and were quite careful to put ads into the South Bay and Penny Saver, the local newspapers, trying to find its lawful owner. Of course they all whined incessantly, ruing the ultimate moment of truth when they would have to part permanently with this mysteriously enchanting artifact . It seemed somehow to have possessed quite an overwhelming charm for them. If nothing else it was a major change of pace for the quartet, considering how uneventful their circumstances usually were. Every time a phone rang, they cringed, knowing that it was only a matter of time before their distinctive adventure would inevitably have to pass. Eventually the key’s rightful owner showed up. He was a friend who had absent mindedly dropped it at a recent party one night a few weeks before. At least now that the suspense was all over, they could all calm down and relax. For a short time they lived vicariously in a world of adventure and luxury. Once it all ended, though, it would be time for yet another succession of dull ordinary mundane chores.