Old Elroy had two passions in life. Music and woodwork. Oh, how he could tickle those ivories, and build the bench to sit on while doing it.
You know, he could have been famous playing that old piano. We told him to focus, but he would have none of it, being of two minds as he was.
And so, when the tablesaw took his fingers, the music died as well.
You can still see his piano though. He couldn’t sell it, even though his playing days were done. Turned it into a planter, he did.
Darndest thing I’ve ever seen.
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