Dec 6, 2022
My piano teacher was a guy who kinda flunked out of writing/playing music in the theater or movies or TV. His piano scared me. It was upholstered in a padded calico print. Not kidding.
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Written by Charles McDonald
Award winning journalist, dog rescuer, husband, dad. If we met at Woodstock, I apologize for memory lapses.
