Someone once asked me if I wanted some "old books" that had once belonged to his mother. I'm a bit of a fanatic when it comes to reading so I welcomed the opportunity to see what was in the collection. On the top of the stack was a first edition copy of Saki -- the pen name of H. H. Munro. If that wasn't enough, the book was signed by the author. Keep in mind, this was the author's final book of stories, containing some of his most famous works. The book's binding was dilapidated, and the pages were distressed by what looked like a large coffee stain and perhaps a cigarette burn. But my thought then was the same as yesterday when I came across this piano abandoned on the side of a driveway:
What would make someone part with something so special?
I know, I know ... this is just a beat-up old upright. And the people in the house probably needed to make room for a crib or an exercise bike.
It may not be a high-falutin' baby grand, but those little uprights have been known to make some pretty memorable music...