When I'm 64

As long as I can remember, I've wanted to learn to play the piano. But growing up, we didn't have a piano (it, along with most of our other furniture, was sold when my father's bakery failed and my parents lost our house), and without an instrument to practice on, it hardly made sense to take lessons.

But even at age 64, I still want to learn to play, and on Monday, I'll have my first piano lesson at my teacher's house. Then I'll come home and practice on my new electronic keyboard!


You will notice this keyboard has a full complement of keys, the same number as are on a real piano. When I first inquired about getting a keyboard (a piano was out of the question, both financially and logistically), I discovered that most of them come with a truncated keyboard—55 or so—apparently on the theory that the electronic gizmos will compensate for the lack. But I've always thought that God and Mr. Steinway put 88 keys on a piano for a reason—so what if those top and bottom ones get little attention; they're there when you need them—so I was very glad to find this one at Watermelon Music here in Davis. It, too, has a gazillion possible permutations, which I may never discover all the secrets of, but that's fine; it just takes one button to make it sound like a piano, which is exactly perfect.