Well, technically in this case, a pianola. See, I walk around my block early every morning. At the top of the hill on my street there is a half-renovated house which was for sale for a very long time, before someone finally bought it.
There had been little action there until earlier this week, when the new owners are obviously preparing for a pending road-side bulk waste collection. We have two of these a year, to clean out larger items people need to get rid of, usually things like old TVs, unwanted furniture, or large tree cuttings.
So what lay at the side of the road earlier this week? The above pianola. Of course it looks incredibly sad in this shot, flanked by an old mattress and some unidentifiable smashed items.
This morning was the third day I've walked past it in the cool, early morning air. Today I stopped quickly to play a couple of notes. Two octaves of C in my left hand, two octaves of Eb in my right.
The pitch still sounded fine.
As a friend of mine aptly commented on Facebook - "A shame to see it meet such an ignominious end". Indeed.