Piano blues

 That 100 year old antique and antiqued piano traveled with us to Ohio and back to Fort Wayne, following in the track of my husband's career.  My son took piano lessons for a few years but his real interest was in the trombone and marching band.  While we were living in Ohio I decided to take piano lessons again.  After a few months I admitted that I still had no talent as a musician.  But we kept the piano and from time to time someone would play a Christmas carol or some other tune.  When we moved back to Fort Wayne we bought a house with a finished walk-out basement family room.  We decided that that was a good location for our piano, against an inside wall, on a solid foundation.  Did I mention it was really heavy?  Time passed, 30 some years worth, children grew, left home and married.  Grandchildren plunked on that old piano.  It lost a few ivories with the help of little fingers.  It was just there, not in the way, not a problem until I decided to downsize.  I hired a company to have an estate sale and they sold lots and lots of my stuff.  Do you know how many people need or want an old up-right piano? None.  Even the charities that I gave lots of unsold stuff to didn't want a piano.  But one of the charities, with a big moving truck, kindly moved the piano from the basement to the upstairs garage so whoever wanted it (I was still hopeful) would find it easier to move.  So there it sat while I wondered what to do with it.  The house sold quickly to a family with three teenage sons.  On one of their visits, I think it was during the home inspection, I casually asked the dad if they might want to keep the piano.  His face lit up like I had offered him a treasure.  Turns out one of his sons was in a band and would be thrilled to have a piano.  Problem solved.  I've often wondered if that piano is still in the garage of if they moved it inside but it's not my problem any more.