<HTML><FONT FACE=arial,helvetica><FONT SIZE=2>In a message dated 2/2/01 8:24:43 AM Central Standard Time,
<BR>mfarrel2@tampabay.rr.com (Farrell) writes:
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<BR><BLOCKQUOTE TYPE=CITE style="BORDER-LEFT: #0000ff 2px solid; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px">I just sometimes get a really warm feeling working in a home of love and
<BR>doing good things to their piano, because I know they will play it and they
<BR>will sing with their family and they will make with it more love.
<BR>Woooooowwwwwwwaaaaaaa. This is toooooooo cool. I like my job. :-)</BLOCKQUOTE>
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<BR>You got it, Terry. I too have this experience nearly every day. I'd rather
<BR>tune a hundred modest pianos in the modest homes of nice, gracious people
<BR>than one "high profile" job where the atmosphere is tense and sour. Of
<BR>course, going to hear music that comes from a piano into which I've put my
<BR>own individual artistry is always a thrill and even more so when I, myself am
<BR>also a performer but my bread & butter comes from ordinary but very mutually
<BR>satisfying work in other people's homes.
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<BR>Bill Bremmer RPT
<BR>Madison, Wisconsin</FONT></HTML>