Going Back to Where I Grew Up - One

January 12, 2018  •  Leave a Comment

I grew up in the small town of Inyokern, California, and it wasn't in a typical neighborhood. Our home was very rural, so neighbors had acres of land between each other. I left my home town in 2012, but on my most recent visit during the holidays in 2017, I began seeing things from my childhood that I never wanted to forget. 

So, I'm going to start with this photo. My dad built a large workshop for himself when I was younger, and this was the lock. Did you notice the welds? That was to keep my brother out. He would break into everything. Talk about a rebel. You couldn't keep the kid out of any room, any building. Anywhere he wanted to go, he would find a way to get there. The lock in the photo simply had bolts that could be taken out and the mechanism could be disassembled like Johnny 5. Well, my brother figured that out, and apparently there was something in there that he wanted, so he took it apart and found my dad's cigars. Eventually my dad figured out that he was getting in there. One day I walk outside and he has his welder all hooked up and is welding the bolts. No words were said. He just welded it shut. That seemed to keep him out... at least I think it did. Maybe he found a way to get past the actual lock...

The lock


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