I never learned how to play the piano, but always thought I had the aptitude, though not the skill. My girlfriend's parents bought her this 1964 or 1965 Grinnell Bros "Spinet" piano when she was about 12. We think it was made in Detroit about then. Don't know for sure. Recently she's been trying to get her mom to move out of her long time home, and into a better place. We thought it would help if we started moving her stuff out, including Cindy's old piano. A Spinet piano isn't too heavy, four hundred pounds maybe. I hired a strong guy and we borrowed a van and moved this puppy. Here it is at my house, in my practice corner. It isn't too badly out of tune. *laughs Now I'm taking lessons, and at my age... Funny, the old entry level piano learning books were still in the wooden piano bench. My piano teacher is maybe ten years older than my grand daughter. She doesn't know what to make of me, really... but her normal students are air head pre-schoolers or surly grade schoolers. So she is enjoying teaching me, I believe. If she gives me an assignment, I do it. So that's got to be worth something. I told her I didn't mind starting from ZERO because I never learned to sight read, and have always felt the lack. I understand a lot about music, but I really want to learn it in a systematic way from someone who knows what they are doing. This ought to fill in gaps in my musical knowledge that I didn't know were there. *grins Anyway, that's my attitude, and I'm looking at this piano as an adventure. I look at this piano as music theory in three dimensional form. Everything's right there and I'm looking forward to my next lesson.