A friend of mine used to haul furniture. His crew had to move a grand piano from the 3rd floor of a mansion in South Carolina to California. When they were setting it up at its new home one of the crew tripped and lost his grip the piano only very slightly struck the floor. The owner said I wish you would have left that piece of junk behind. After it was moved to Charlston from Richmond VA.no amount of tuning could ever make it sound right. He told them he had spent an insane amount of money on the thing to satisfy his wife. But when she sat down to play it while the man was telling about how many dead keys id still had. Suddenly she was strolling her fingers across the keys, her face lit up and her eyes glistened with tears. (John, pat them triple of whatever you agreed on with them because this piano never sounded this good even back in Virginia)
I guess sometimes you have to drop something to fix it. Ed has told me this story so many times without it ever changing I can almost believe that is what happened.

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