veral men with whom I had graduated. I envisioned my first day atwork, opening cars with ease, saving the distressed from lock outs and showing offthe smooth art that I had acquired. Suddenly I was pierced with apprehension whenI remembered the lock smith failure stories that they told in school. I realized that Ineeded to be prepared for the big day to exclude any possibility of mistakes. First, I needed to wake up early, however; all my life I had trouble with wakingup early and the address was twenty-six miles from my house. In preparation, I tooka test run; carefully recording the miles and the time that it took to get there. Iallotted time for traffic and accidents. I summed up the factors and concluded mydeparture and arrival times. I arranged for an army of friends and family to callMonday morning to be sure that I was up. Second, I needed to be sure that I hadevery tool required. Scrutinizing every corner of my house and truck, I gathered allof my highly valued tools into two shiny new tool boxes. I carefully placed thesmaller specialty tools in small plastic containers. Third, I had to organize my toolsin a manner whereby I could reach them with ease so I snugly tucked the largerboxes behind the cab seat of my truck and the specialty tools in my locked glovebox. Lastly, I was sure to keep my tools out of sight of potential thieves and Isecured every possible entry point of my truck with expensive locks. I awoke Monday morning before my alarm clock sounded. I had time to havebreakfast and drink coffee. I slipped on my navy blue pants and button down shirtwith my red wing steel tipped work shoes. I did a double take of my shed because Ihad nightmares about not having the right tool with me. I jumped into my truck andheaded east toward the shop. According to my calculations I had forty minutes tospare. The early morning drive was a satisfying experience for me. I listened tomusic and felt relaxed because of the fou...
