Over the years our living room has heard it all, starting nearly 20 years ago with the tentative plink plink of a piano. Soon the piano was joined by the oompah of a tuba and the call of a trumpet. Other instruments put in an appearance for a year or two: we’ve heard snare drums, bassoons and just this past summer a viola appeared. But through it all was the melody of a piano: Beethoven’s sonatas, Scott Joplin’s rags, Vince Guaraldi’s jazz all played gigs in our living room and became the sound track of our lives.
This week our living room once again fell silent as we delivered our youngest to college.