Two truths and a lie

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#2 is the lie? You're smart! I bet your father showed you all the countries before you were 6

LOL.....I didn't even know what a "country" was when I was 5. I didn't know much of anything, actually. I did know how to go to the store and get the correct change, however.

The answer is actually #3. I could not actually write until about the time I entered first grade--at age 6 1/2. One day, my father gave me a piece of paper, and had me write my first and last name. He spelled it out for me. I wrote it. The first time I ever actually wrote anything. I knew the letters----but had to be prodded to write them by my father at that time.

1. I was once thrown out of a synagogue for not having enough money.

2. I was once thrown out of a bowling alley for kicking the ball rack in a temper tantrum.

3. I was once thrown out of class for chewing gum.

2. I can't see the wolfman raging that much.

Alas, #2 actually happened.

Another time, my girlfriend got us thrown out after I accidentally dropped a bowling ball on her foot--and she thought it was really funny. She was unhurt.

Drat. I'll switch to 1.

1. I brick an electronic piano after going too far with a screw and cracking the main controlling board.

2. I accidentally left a freezer unplugged and basically left a lot of food go to waste.

3. I tripped over a cable and basically knocked over a $10,000 piece of video equipment.

My Lie is #3. I was caught chewing gum in class a couple of times---but never thrown out for it.

In 1973, at age 12, I felt like I wanted to celebrate Yom Kippur. I went into the synagogue, but was hustled out because I couldn't produce the required fee (of $50, I believe).

Your Lie is #1, it seems to me.

Thusfar, 1 holds true. I can even see the point on the underside of the board where the screw pushed up and caused 4 cracks to radiate out. Given the piano itself is from the late 80s, finding a replacement might be difficult if not impossible.

Why would it be impossible. "Late 80s" would be quite a recent piano, actually.

What sort of piano is it?

Yamaha. At 29 years old, while not old compared to some other equipment, in terms of how technology advances, it's actually pretty old. It might be possible to find another piano of the same model in working order, but due to the model likely being discontinued, parts would be scarce.

How about a similar piano?

Does this piano have sentimental value for you?

What type of piano is it: a baby grand? A spinet?

It's actually not mine; I was attempting to put it back together on its stand for someone else. I don't know much else about it other than it's a digital piano, as I don't typically deal with pianos at all since I could never learn how to play. Grabbing parts from a similar model is a bit of a gamble since you're counting on the manufacturer to not make any drastic changes to the design of the circuit boards within.

1. My first (of two ever) auto accidents happened when I was hit broad-side by a dog catcher's truck. I was in shock but all I could say was "Are the dogs OK?" while pounding on the back of the dog truck so they could show me. I was about 18.

2. I wrote a list of swear / sex words from the dictionary because I wanted to know what they all meant. My mother found my list and made me write each word 50x in perfect writing (before bed) as punishment. There were about 50 words x 50 times each. I was about 11 years old.

3. I had a Barbie camper van which I pushed around inside the house. I accidentally knocked over a statue of a naked woman that my dad "really" liked The statue broke and I was grounded for a month. It was the only time I ever got grounded.

#3. It doesn't seem like your dad was "that type."

You're right. 3 is only half-true. I did knock over his naked lady statue when I hit the table with my Barbie van. The difference is that my brother and I were playing together (hence, we don't know which of us caused it to fall), and we didn't get grounded. I've never been grounded. My dad bought special glue and quite enjoyed rebuilding his statue as a hobby
We had a carpet so it was broken into large, reparable sections.

Your father was quite the fixer-upper type....