When James told me that he was going to salvage a part off of our previous screen door, I felt a mixture of alarm and pity- as I recalled we had no previous screen door. I very gently explained that. He disagreed. I softly and respectfully said no-- we hadn't - and near tearfully reminded him that we only had the one. I was feeling so sorry for the poor thing as he was obviously looking senility in the face. Then he said-- "well-- how come I have one sitting in the basement, with said part on it that you put in it to begin with." And I said... "oh yeah, that one." Oops. Sorry old thing. My mistake.