I have to tell a story about myself......these hands of pain, and suffering, of hope, and death at one time played a musical instrument. I have never been musically inclined you see. But my sister was......so she played the piano when we grew up. Later in my early teen years, she taught me to play some Bob Seger, and some Commodores music. I went to a church gathering and slipped back inside after I ate my meal on a Sunday many moons ago, and was playing "Sail On" by the Commodores on the church piano, when this hand started rubbing my shoulders, then 2 hands..........I turned around, and that was the beginning of my short relationship with the preachers daughter!!!!!!! They sure can be crazy girls, but I wasnt sticking around to marry one, I was headed for the US Army...........hehehehehe.........the piano took me places I thought I'd never go. Anyway, I lost all musical abilities over the years. Now my grandson has a keyboard. he is trying to teach me "Faithfully" by Journey........isnt live grand? Hopefully you can teach an old dog....just no more preachers daughters hahahahahaha
