end of story:
a pair of fans came over yesterday with a couple of gorillas, and took the piano
from my home. I've been selling everything, and throwing away what no one would
buy. I've been giving way stuff that means more to someone else than it means to
me.
Life changes have altered my outlook, changed my "career," ...fracked with my attitude
and put me onto my new path, as care giver to a beloved lady with very serious illness.
We never know what's around the corner. Sometimes it's a dreadful drop...
Sometimes it's a pleasant surprise. Anyway, I'm well on my way down my new path,
and am crying no tears (except once in a while) and am ruthlessly getting rid of anything
I don't think I can haul over Loveland Pass. Acoustic pianos are for those in stable
situations. Which is NOT me anymore. So it had to go.

THIS is not mine, but is a picture I saw published on the internet as a poignant symbol of
waste and the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. I titled the photo, "Piano in the Rain"
and kept it on my 'puta, knowing I would use it in some document, because it made me
'feel that way..." Cain't even give it away.
I offered Cindy's piano "free to a good home" and some folks responded.
I would have felt lousy if I had to hire some guys to haul it to the landfill.
But that's the fate of the acoustic piano, I fear. TOO HEAVY, too bulky
too "high maintenance." May it bring them joy, as it did for me.
When you need the tone of the acoustic piano...
there is no substitute IMHO. But when you need something practical, that
you can pick up easily and plug in somewhere else, there's no substitute
for that either. And the future belongs to Trogladytes, it seems.
When the paradigm shifts, we all start from zero. And that my friends, is
not a comfort when you're 71. If I make it to the other side of the mountain,
I may get myself some kind of keyboard thing, so I can continue what I started
with the 88s. But there's a lot of turbulent water to navigate before I get to
any such place. I may do it in some other incarnation.