<[[Kira]]> Most of my memories about my father are sound related. It seemed like he was always playing the piano to me. As I was getting ready to leave for college I asked him why he became an engineer in agriculture and he said he couldn't make a living as a preacher in Mexico. It makes me laugh now. I always thought all he wanted to do was play the piano. He said he played because it felt good but he did a whole lot of other things that also felt good. In my memories he is something completely different. I know this is probably totally unrelated but it's what came to mind when I read it. As usual, good stuff.