Thursday, January 6, 2011

I Miss My Piano

Last week, my family and I moved from our old apartment on West 107th Street in Manhattan to a great new place six blocks north, on West 113th Street. I should say that almost all of my family moved. I made the move, and so did my wife Karen (a.k.a. the Glorious Ms. O), along with our son Nate (a.k.a. Mr. Mustache). Unfortunately, one member of our family, our beloved piano, which has no name, failed to make the trip. It was too big for the elevator. It is too fat. If anyone reading this knows any diet tips for a piano, please let me know.
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7 comments:

  1. Nate HajduJanuary 6, 2011 at 4:00 PM

    Well, a diet tip is to bring it to the warehouse.

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  2. David HajduJanuary 6, 2011 at 4:01 PM

    That's a good idea. There's no pizza delivery at the warehouse.

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  3. Nate HajduJanuary 6, 2011 at 4:02 PM

    Pizzas for a piano?! Maybe not...NO SIR!

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  4. David HajduJanuary 6, 2011 at 4:03 PM

    How else could it play cheesy music?!

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  5. Nate HajduMarch 17, 2011 at 4:43 PM

    It's back, isn't it? It's me, Nate Hajdu! I own the blog "Nathan Hajdu".

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  6. David HajduMarch 17, 2011 at 4:53 PM

    Yes, the piano is back, and I've been using it to play my great co-composition, "I Swear I Saw Christopher Reeve." If you would like to hear the song, come to my house.

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  7. Nate HajduMarch 17, 2011 at 4:56 PM

    Where is it, Mister Hajdu? I mean, your house. The Address?

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