A long time ago, when I was about 5 or 6 years old, we were in the car when my dad saw a piano on the side of the road with a “free” sign on it. Dad thought my sister and I should have one, so he brought a bunch of his friends together and they brought it home. I became excited. The piano sounded way out of tune and the white paint was chipped, but it remained a beautiful instrument in my eyes. We cleaned it up and then moved it to the very end of the living room, where it remained for many years.
I remember sitting at the piano and playing what I would