The Keyboard I Didn't Buy

I came within a few synapses of buying a keyboard today.  An old Yamaha, double-manual, polyphonic ensemble—portable, with a stand.  No amplifier.  There was a time I would have fallen all over myself to get one of these for under five hundred bucks.  This one—sitting on the grass in someone's back yard, part of the swag obtainable at the annual neighborhood yard sale we attend—was going for twenty-five bucks.

And I passed.

Couldn't change my mind, either, a young fellow was right behind us...