<HTML>Early on in my career I went to house for a normal ser= vice call. The order was to tune the piano (which hadn't been tune in 20 som= e yrs) plus take care of a sticky key. To my astonishment the sticky key was attributed to the most beautiful diamo= nd ring which had lodged itself against the wippen. When I summoned the lady= of the house to tell her what I had found, she screamed so loud (which at t= he time), seemed 10x louder than truck brakes squealing in a city traffic sn= arl. My ears rang for a week! Turns out this gal had been the dog house for those 20 yrs. because on her w= edding night she lost the ring. The same ring which had been passed down fro= m generation to generation on her husband's side of the family.  Appare= ntly she had taken off to admire it and got distracted and, bingo, it was go= ne. Oh yes, the tip was generous afterwards. Tom Servinsky, RPT</HTML>