Making music means different things to different people. For me, it was always the piano. I love piano music. But, from December of 2006 to October of 2007; I was pianoless. My childhood piano had gone to live with Kate, Wayne, Chloe and Clare just around the corner on Grand Route St. John; and I was on my way back to Cadrieu with no piano to play.
It wasn't too long after that when my friends moved to Covington. Wayne had gotten a new job over there. Plus, with New Orleans devestation lingering, options for the girls were better. Once they sold their house, my friends and the piano were off across the Causeway.
During April/May of 2008, my friends and neighbors in Cadrieu Josie and Patrick Larribe and Christiane Duponchelle came to the states with me. It was quite a trip. One of our mornings began with breakfast in Covington, with Kate, Wayne and the girls. I got to see their new home, the garden, how the girls had grown, visit a little on the side screened in porch, and I got to play the piano again. Wayne asked for, of course: "Moon River". I will always see Kate standing beside the piano as I played, and Wayne sitting cross-legged, relaxed, and listening intently from his chair in the corner.
It was difficult to leave, but we were on to other visits. There can be so many bittersweet moments when you are always on the go and inbetween in your heart.
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