The landlord rang our doorbell with some good news. He's a friendly guy. Older, somewhat of a handyman - I guess you have to be to own a rental property - and looking to sell the complex to so far no buyers. He's partners with another fellow owning the place, but that guy relocated to Florida, so now he's stuck doing all the maintenance and presently speaking to me about how our mailbox was full. He had a new key made, and was here to deliver it in person. It's full because at some point, I decided to take the lone mailbox key off of my key ring and place it elsewhere. This wouldn't be a terrible thing had I not traveled to New York in the process. It could be hundreds of miles away, or right under my nose. I endured a valiant search for it, but it was of no use. Losing the key was a little frustrating. This is due to the fact I simply do not lose keys. Unless you want to count the time I locked them in my car with the engine running. Not sure how that ev...