I promise (I think) that this will be the last day I post about the piano disassembly, but it has been fascinating (to me, at least)...and the potential for all those parts, well, that has a lot to do with it.
I suppose this all brings back fond memories of when my mother had her piano tuned. The tuner would arrive with his bags of tools and spend what seemed like hours getting everything perfectly tuned. I am amazed that my father allowed Mom this one luxury in the house. As a child, I did not realize what a talented pianist she was (nor of course how frustrated she must have felt that I showed little interest in it).
Waiting For a Kiss
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