When we moved from the farmhouse six years ago...we decided we would not move the piano. Moving a piano is not an easy task...and why did I need a piano? Our middle son...the one with no interest whatsoever in pianos...moved into the farmhouse...and found himself with a piano. Though it was not technically his...we all know that 'possession is nine-tenths of the law'. Since he still had no aspirations of becoming a piano player...and since it is not good for an instrument to sit idle year after year...his daughter has been taking piano lessons this past year. Spencer invited us to her year-end recital over the weekend...
...but maybe if he had the same teacher his sister has...he could be coaxed to give it a try. She is the best of teachers!
I'm glad the piano is still making music...after all these years. Music...it's good for the soul.