Love Piano.

My D-Hubby found this beautiful beast of a piano for free.

He and a few very helpful friends moved the thing into our apartment this morning, and I haven't been able to keep my hands off those chipped keys since.

It's missing a couple ivories. It's been around at least 50 years and a couple generations of kids have learned how to play on its surface.

It's seen a lot better days.

But it's got a story.

And I'm in love.

I think I'll name him Howie.