When a coworker of mine announced he was giving away his piano (we had to pay for it to be moved) I jumped at the chance. It's not in terrific shape and Elliot ruined part of the wood by hiding a corndog under the cover (grrr!), but I love having a piano in the house. Asher is our most avid piano player. Even when he's banging out crazy Russian avant garde sounds, it's a nice feeling, the house feels alive.