This story may make a lot of the membership wince.  As a small boy, my
older sisters and I loved to play the player piano, but since we were
four children, the family needed the space it occupied.  My parents
contacted several charities and were told that the piano could only be
accepted if it were delivered to their doorstep.

So early one Sunday, with my sisters and I sobbing uncontrollably outside
a closed door so we were spared the sight, my father and uncle literally
chopped up that wonderful piano.

Vince Negro