Discussing the ivory problem reminded me of the worst job I ever had. A perfect set of ivory, very thick, very white, were on the Challen that a dealer had brought in from England. Two weeks later, uniformed officers of the fish and Wildlife commision showed up, declared the ivory in violation of the international agreement, and told her to take them off of the piano. I steamed them off, and upon learning that they were destined for a government warehouse in Virginia, I no longer cared that I scorched and chipped some of them. There has to be a better way of protecting elephants than destroying the art that was produced long ago. Ed Foote
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