There sat "The Piano", the one that my dad and his brother could pound the daylights out of, yet I had to struggle and struggle just to memorize a few lines of "In the Mood" (I did eventually learn to do those few lines with both hands).  Thanks, Daddy, for exposing me to all that fun with the music.

Did I ever tell you, Daddy, that I think I am so lucky to have you a as a dad?  Not only the musical talent, the mechanical talent (you could fix or build anything), the brains (who else could have kept me from flunking Albegra).  But I was proud of you, too, because all my friends in high school said you looked just like Clark Gable.