You say you want a resolution? Well, you know, we all want to change the world. Just don’t expect everyone in the household to like it.
Way back when, my mother decided to install swinging doors between the hall and living room. They looked like the type of doors cowboys swaggered through in old Western movies to order shots of whiskey at the bar. They looked like the doors bartenders tossed rowdy cowboys through during the inevitable barroom brawl scene. My mother was not a huge fan of the genre. I’m not sure where the idea for the saloon doors came from. Maybe it was one of her “women’s” magazines, the pages of which no men dared look upon. Or maybe her interpretation of our "ranch" home was too literal. In any case, her six kids pretty much hated those doors from the get go.