The piano has arrived.
For months, we’ve been saying we wanted to have it here. My folks had been talking about getting it out here, selling their house and moving to Oklahoma for just about ever, but now, they’ve finally done it. At least, they sold the house. And that meant getting the piano to Peter.
So, I get this call from mother on Tuesday morning. She told me that they couldn’t find a mover that could get the piano out of their house in time for closing and that I could see what I could find on the receiving end. I call around a few places and get on the horn with Dan from Mark & Dan piano movers. He only does local moves, he says, but hang on a second. He puts me on hold.
When he comes back, I hear the static of a cell phone en route.
“I’ve got Chuck on the line here, Pete.”
“Hi, Chuck.”
“Yeah, hey there. I’m in a big old 75-foot mover, and I’m pulling out of Chicago. I have room for just about the one piano, so if you’ve got nothing else to get out to Portland, I think I could swing by Colorado Springs by about 12:30 tomorrow.”
Short story long, he had the piano in the truck on Wednesday and delivered it to my house today.
Chuck was pretty amazing. He got the thing out of his truck, up the driveway, into the house, and reconstructed it all by himself. A 6 foot plus grand piano, and I didn’t lift a finger. Not a bad day’s work.
Thanks, Chuck. Your kids are fantastic, piano sounds great. Have a great three weeks off the road.