[vash]

my mom used to get my sister's piano tuned annually. the man came and did it and i loved every minute of it. i would sit next to him and watch..i was about 8 years old. my sister would beat my ass if i touched her precious instrument. i think i found solace (or protection) sitting next to the old man. he would do it old school. he had an old leather bag full of tuning forks. he would hit one, and ask my advice.."am i there yet?".. i remember his old tools for turning the knobs. it was fascinating...my sis quit playing moved out, and i think the old G passed away. i recently helped my sister move that beast to denver..she got it tuned and the new guy never said anything about.."oh lord! it's been how long?!! i dont know if i can do this"...he just tuned it and left.

i miss the old man. he would rattle off a quick tune right before he left every time. i seem to remember him wearing suspenders.

i would call a shop and ask. i bet nothing happens if a piano sits.