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A vintage piano stood alone on a deserted city street.
Moments earlier, the piano had been saved from oblivion by a man named Oscar, who had stepped out of his apartment just as the workers of the New York City Sanitation Department had been struggling to lift the piano into the whining maw of their garbage truck. With the woodwindy voice of a disc jockey on a jazz station, Oscar is a man easily warmed to, and so it was very little trouble for him to persuade the sanitation workers to spare the piano. “Crazy what people throw away!” he might have said. “Beautiful instrument. Can you guys help me move it inside?”
A sanitation worker said, “We’ll set it down where you want, buddy. But we can’t leave the truck.”
Then Oscar went back to his apartment to call a few friends to enlist their help in moving the piano.
All of this I learned later.read more...