Notable

Notable

Noel Laflin

9-26-20

I had a sociology instructor at college who once told the story of how he, as a teen, would often come home late at night and run his finger down the entire length of his mother’s piano, always stopping short of hitting the very last key.

He would then go to bed and just wait until his mother, a perfectionist, and a bit of a compulsive, would wearily arise from her own bed, creep downstairs, and tap out the final key.

Our instructor said that it was his way of letting her know that he was home. Her hitting the last key was her way of acknowledgement. 

He also added that he was a bit of an ass as a kid.

I am sure his mother agreed.

There’s not much that I remember from college days, but for some reason, that lesson was notable.