[100] A Pile of Wood in the Attic

Piano of the Romance period calms the soul. Well, it calms my soul.

Reminds me of those concerts the fellow used to play, where was that, some theater in San Francisco. After wrestling a cargo of redwood down from some doghole port up the coast, most of the crew was lit for Barbary. But me and the captain'd get a night's rest, then catch a piano recital, poultry supper, bottle of wine. One night, Beethoven's Piano Sonata Number 14. Cap had tears running into his beard. Made me swear, never tell. Yah, that was in 1894. I never told nobody.