Keys

One of the things I collect is keys. All kinds of keys. I began collecting keys as a child, when I inherited a bunch of old keys from my great grandparents. With all the keys lost in this world, they are surprisingly difficult to come across. At the thrift store, I found what added up to be this full keychain. I first came across one of the little license plate tags (I forget what they are called) and then the chain, and then the keys. They had been spread throughout the large shelf that the store puts furniture on, and I hope I found all of them. The chain had broken, so they weren't together anymore. I put them back together and love them. As the little tags all say "Wisconsin", I imagine they came from somebody that moved here from there a few decades ago, as they're all old-style keys.