as a child i moved a lot. my mom’s one non negotiable was that each home had to have a place for her father’s steinway grand piano. my grandfather was in the piano business, my father very musical, my mom plays a seamless fleur de lis, i myself didn’t keep up my practice but plan to live through my future children and not let them quit until they are little chopin’s that will perform on command at dinner parties. my mom has let me know the piano will be coming my way one day (not bringing a morbid tone, one day meaning when she retires to a condo, or moves into the coach house she always dreams of me having for her to habitate) at this point i will inherit the same worry, where will the piano go? i will always find a place.