Apparently, one of my neighbors was dissatisfied with their old upright piano. I found it smashed to splinters in their front lawn, awaiting the garbageman. I promptly snatched up the intact keyboard and stowed it in my car's trunk. The trunk lid wouldn't shut, but it was an uneventful thirty second drive to my house.
I then managed to manhandle the thing up the folding staircase to the attic, where it will remain until I should happen to need it for a sculpture. Or something.
I have NO IDEA what I'm going to do with it, but when God gives you a free piano, you don't refuse.
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