Dad 1, Vault 0

My father yesterday battled a 65-plus year-old vault and according to him, the vault had more of a dent than he did.

The vault, found in the bowels of John Handley High School in Winchester, housed priceless artwork from the Corcoran Museum of Art during World War II. It was remembered during the school's recent renovations and through a partnership of several local trusts and the Gallery, reproductions were authorized for a new local gallery to benefit local students and the community.

Dad was there with my mom, as she and her Class of 1949 celebrated its 60th reunion. The current principal gave the class a personal tour of the vault and dad somehow slipped and bashed his noggin on the door.

Several hours - and several interior stitches as well as 15 exterior ones later - dad was good as new and resting comfortable at home. Mom, meanwhile, went to her banquet last night ably assisted by SisIg, who volunteered her services.

Today, we understand, both are on the road attending the final festivities of the Class of 49.