Prepared for the Members of the Jobs, Energy and Community Development Subcommittee on Telecommunications and Technology and Members of the Judiciary Subcommittee on Data Privacy and Information Policy.
Security, growing up spending every summer of my youth in Shoreham, Minnesota, meant a butter knife wedged in the front door jam. It wasn’t there to keep anyone out, but rather so a storm wouldn’t blow the door open and soak the cottage with wind-driven rain. Both doors had skeleton key locks, the keys for which were lost long before I can remember. Grandpa never locked his Buick’s doors—even when he ventured to the city. he said there was never anything in the car anyway and he didn’t want thieves breaking the windows to find that out.
When Grandpa died, Grandma got new locks and keys for all the doors.