Home in Minor Keys

It had to have been when I was about nine years old when I realized I loved the piano.

Now, mind you, I don't play. But here's the story. Mom and my older

brother, Keith, would play all the time, and even though

we moved a lot, we always made sure the piano came with us. You can imagine,

after a couple of moves, how a piano begins to sound. It was out of tune.

Terribly, terribly out of tune. Now, we only got it tuned

up a couple of times the whole time we had that thing. We had to have had it for over a decade.

So when everyone else was gone, I'd sit down at that piano, I'd hold down the