Weekend Photo: A Piano in a BBQ Joint

Every time I see a piano, I just can’t resist a photo op. No, I don’t play. I’ve never even taken a lesson.

This piano “thing” started three years ago. Three years ago, I walked into that room to pick you up. I sat by you on the piano bench, and you played chords to “Knocks You Down,” “The Scientist,” and some of your own freestyle flavor. Later on we stopped at an antiques store in my town, and you played again.

Ever since then, call it what you will: obsession, nostalgia, holding onto a memory, a great memory. Either way, I can’t, I won’t be able to let it go.

Yeah, this piano is located at a BBQ restaurant. Even still, I can’t resist. I may not ever be able to.


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