As I sat in my living room, newly populated with my mom’s baby grand piano and leather furniture, I felt more grown-up. That did not last long.
I suddenly found myself lying on the floor, underneath the piano, as I frequently did in childhood. Gazing up, I’m not sure what I expected to see, but I’m glad it wasn’t any of these things:
1. Chewing gum
2. Duct tape
3. Graffiti (what would it say? “Luciano Pavarotti can hit high C but has low T”)
4. Birds nesting
5. “Your Ad Here”
You might say, I kind of saw stars.