thumping away on the grand pianos crammed into the
living room. Yay for eccentric ex-teachers/librarians
who can't play piano with any rhythm or even the right
notes. Yay for after-dinner mints and stuffy noses and
cross-stitch and the San Francisco oldies station. Yay
for the oldies station playing the exact same song they
were playing when I turned it on last night.