My mother was very religious, and she used to like to sing hymns. She didn't have no voice, but she liked to still sing all day. She had an organ, an old organ, a country organ, I forget the, it has a particular name but I forget it now. Anyway it was one of those little country organs, and she would always have the key locked up because she was afraid I may break it, you know a young kid see. So she would hide the key. So I looked and looked and looked many months for that key. So finally I found it. I looked underneath the wall and I saw something shining under the molding, in the country house that my father bought, built, you know? And I saw something shining in a little crack of the molding. So I went well here's the key. So I took the key and started playing. I unlocked the thing. And she came home from her work and heard me playing, and she broke down in tears, and kissed me and hugged me, and from then on the organ was never, never locked.