Accordion Aficionado Two summers ago, delirious from
a three month affliction of mononucleosis, I bought a 48 bass, red piano
accordion. The woman who sold it to me was excited. She told me how
happy accordion music made her and guaranteed me that if I was ever
sad, I just had to play my accordion and it would make me happy. I was
skeptical, but I smiled and nodded in agreement. I took my new accordion
home and attempted to coordinate the right hand keyboard playing with
the left hand bass buttons while controlling the airflow with the billows.
It was difficult, but I kept with it. I practiced until my mom was driven
nearly insane and I was condemned to play only at certain hours.
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