This old photo smacked me hard when I scooped it from the stash. The first thing that struck me was how my Dali loved being under my pianos. You'd find her here on Columbus Street, and under Monsieur Winkelmann at the Chatette. I'd find her under Monsieur Winkelmann so often, that I even put her transitional travel rug under him so she'd have a more comfortable spot on the cold, hard tile.
The other smack came when I realized that there is only one thing in this photo that remains with me today. It's my Je t'aime Paris coffee mug that you can see resting on the far right ledge of the piano (and it's in Cadrieu).
As you already know, the piano, bench and cushion should be on their way back home at the end of August from Sewanee, TN. That sweet inlaid, drop-leaf, semi-circular coffee table went to live with Vann. I laughed so hard when he told me: "You'll never guess, Laury...it makes the best entertainment center!" Vann was murdered earlier this year. Dali passed in April of 2013. And then there is the coffee table book and the tiny velvet covered foot stool, neither of which I have any idea where they went. In fact, I still wake up in the middle of the night from time to time wondering where in the world that little velvet foot stool is.
Kate and I have talked about the piano's homecoming. It really is full-circle for us. It's amazing that it is going to happen during the year that's the ten-year anniversary of Hurricane Katrina. We are excited. We have the place. We're expecting visitors in the flesh and from the other side...I wouldn't be a bit surprised if it was our flock of angels that worked their magic for us-along with a wonderful man named Brian.