The following is a guest blog post by Mojie Crigler, a writer/editor based in Cambridge, MA.
As I watched the piano come in through the window, I thought, Hello, old friend.
“Old” is right: it’s a 1916 Steinway upright, a present from my great-grandfather to my great-grandmother. When my parents moved to New York City in the sixties, the piano was shipped across the country and hoisted—by a rope hanging over the roof—to their fifth-floor apartment on 16th Street.