I tuned Denise and Scott's piano, and afterwards their son Henry showed me his cello. I also found out that Denise took choir with my former neighbor Marguerite Warren (who unfortunately now is locked up somewhere with Alzheimer's.) I always thought of the Warrens as very conservative, but Denise told me about another side. Mrs. Warren would say to the choir, "When you're getting ready to sing, I want you to imagine that you all have a dime up your rectum. I want to hear all the dimes hit the floor at the same time!"