STEP 9 — RESULTS (what happened to me)

First good lock, I sent a marble through and it didn't come out. Second time, a marble came out that I had not put in, and it was warm. Third time — and I had Biscuit shut in the house, I swear it, he is a houdini — I stepped through to about where the wheelbarrow is and came out three feet to the left and four seconds into last Tuesday. I know how that sounds. I have a Tuesday paper to prove it and I checked, that's the right Tuesday. Biscuit was already by the wheelbarrow when I got there. He knew. Cats know (see The Disclosure on that, they're right). That's all I'll put in writing for now.

Folks keep asking "what's it FOR, Dale." It isn't for anything. It's for the same reason the big boys built theirs: because the door is there and somebody put it there and I want to know who. The difference is they want to be the only ones with a key, and I think a key you can't share isn't a key, it's a leash. So here's the plans. Build one. Be careful. Tell me what you see.