Not to belabor the story, but I sent a copy of the piano story to
my friend, Beverly, who lives in another state and is married to her
high school sweetheart.  Here's her response:

"For some time after the event I dreamed that the piano actually went
down one of those marvelous marble staircases at the end of the hallway
and smashed against the far wall of the first landing, breaking into
splintered pieces of wood, wire fragments, etc. (you get the picture!)."

Guess I wasn't the only one affected by the event.  It's been over 40
years since it happened.

Craig Smith, from freezing upstate New York