I stopped at Kris and Mike's after my paint run to St. Cloud yesterday to pick up some bolt cutters. Mike suggested that I use a side grinder instead. So this morning I took a grind at the lock on the locker right next to Billy's locker.
The sparks were flying, including a couple that land right on top of my recently shorn head. (When I was cutting some bolts for the trailer last Friday I didn't have this problem, but after my haircut yesterday most of my helmet was apparently absent). The hasp was cut. Now for the treasure.
Damn! Its empty. Oh well, I have 15 more to search. More sparks, more hasps rent asunder, more empty lockers.