Baldwin
Jan 9th, 2025 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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“Do you have it, Fred?”
“Got it.”
“And how about you, Lou?”
“Trust me. I’ve got it.”
“And Mel?”
Ed was head of the crew. They needed to take Mrs. Franzberg’s piano up to the second floor. Ed repeated the question.
“Hey, you, Mel?”
“Piece ‘a cake, Ed.”
So now they were ready to lift the grand piano up the staircase.
“Okay… Here we go. One, two…”
“Wait a min…”
That was Mel.
“Three.”
Damn, Mel didn’t have it again. There’s always a weak link in piano transport. It was too bad, because it had been a very fine Baldwin.
From Guest Contributor David Sydney
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