Some years ago I had a dream about my dad, and his playing. It struck me deeply. 

A few days later I went to midtown to music row. 

I told the owner of an instrument shop about my dream. 

How I wanted an instrument like my father's so I could finally learn. 

He was moved, and searched in his store-room for the exact model. 

He found it, and it was. He tuned it for me. It played beautifully. 

Today I still have it.