The Visit

The other night as I waited for sleep I started thinking. It’s usually not too productive to hop on a thought train while waiting for sleep to come. At least, if the end result desired is to actually fall asleep. Sleep tends to flee when I’m riding the thought train. But for whatever reason, the other night I started thinking. My thoughts eventually led to mom. Continue reading

Mrs. Smith

My mom believed her children needed piano lessons. I’m not sure why other than maybe to make us more refined or to give us a little culture. At any rate, my sister took them and mom signed me up for them from the same teacher. I had an ace in the hole though. My brother taught me the scales before my very first lesson. That ace turned out to work against me.

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