I ’ve been thinking a lot about locked doors since Friday. The power behind the idea of them, the sense of security it has always afforded me to throw a lock into place and think, ‘Well, that’s that.’ I’ve had some extra time over the last couple of days to reflect on my own relationship to locked doors, you see, ever since Scott handed down an edict prohibiting my reading any more of the coverage of the horror visited upon the families of Newtown, Connecticut. When I was growing up, my near-religious commitment to door-locking was a joke in our house. Walk outside to get the mail if you must, but be warned: Wendy may well lock the door behind you. It was funny…