"Why did you lock the Beaver," my wife asked.  "Not locked," I replied as I got off the couch to prove my point.  We have experienced a tough-to-open latch and I figured it just got the better of her.  Nope, no joy.  The keys, of course, were in the coach.  Cutting to the chase: Jill finally got the door to open and I sprayed the latch with a healthy helping of WD40.  Working easier now.  Anything else I should do?
Larry