Helping with the move

Our friends were making a move this last Wednesday and I volunteered to help them out. I have no classes during the summer leaving my schedule very flexible and I was glad to do what I could. Unfortunately, most of the working world does not have weekdays off so when we started in the morning at 9:30am, there was four of us. By lunch there was just three. The morning turned into a long day but by early evening we were starting to see more help show up, thankfully.

As the sun was setting a group of guys was trying to manipulate a sleeper-sofa down a tight squeeze in the stairwell to the basement. We were very close to making it work but just couldn't get it to fit. After tearing up the door jamb, putting a small hole in the wall of the stairwell, and scuffing a big of paint off the other stairwell corner, we gave up and decided the sofa would have to live upstairs. We gathered to eat a quick bite before finishing for the evening and I took stock of the man-power we had present and came to a conclusion: as tired as we were, we needed to move the piano tonight. We probably weren't going to have any more help at a future date and needed to get it down while we could.

I made my case to my friend the home-owner and I could tell that he wasn't thrilled with the idea as he was as tired as I. Using what little skills of persuasion I have, though, I was able to convince him to at least give it a shot. It was the last item to be moved and if we could get the piano moved, we could claim victory for the day. Six guys, one big, heavy, wooden box.

Loading it into the truck was not too difficult, though one of the casters was broken so we lifted it the entire way. Once in the truck we started the short ride back to the new place.

Half a block from the house, at the last turn of the ride, the most unbelievable event occurred. The piano, which we had not tied down, came flying out of the bed of the truck. It came crashing to the ground but, amazingly, stayed more or less in one piece. I was in the vehicle behind the fateful truck and I have never seen anything like this. The piano started to lean to one side, the top of the console got over the edge of the truck, and somehow, the caster wheels ended higher up than any other part of the piano as it seemed to jump and flip towards the street.

We all stopped, got out of the cars, and stared for a minute, still in shock over what happened. I looked back at the road on the corner we had just turned and couldn't see any of Wichita's famous potholes, drainage troughs, or uplifted pavement. It was as smooth as roads get around here. How did this happen?

We loaded the piano back into the truck and, after traveling a few hundred feet, into the house. A quick glance while walking by the piano and you wouldn't think it had fallen to the road but even the most cursory inspection showed not only deep scuff marks and gouges in the wood but also that the keyboard was uneven, elevated, and none of the keys could be moved. The piano was no beauty to begin with but now it couldn't even be played.

Epilogue:

Katie and I rode over to the new house the other day on our way home from a farmer's market to see how the unpacking was going. We found out that, as miraculous as the flying piano incident was, even more miraculous is that our friends were able to easily fix the piano and every key works! The only problem with the keyboard was that the keys had lifted out of their guides and were resting on top of them rather than sliding between them. Simply lifting the keys and resting them back into place solved the problem. The piano needs to be tuned, of course, and all the beauty marks are still there but the instrument functions the way it was designed.