Eighty-eight keys
So there I was in my recliner reading the daily mail like a 60 year old retiree, & opening one very peculiar package. This is the part of the story I wish I could build you up, but, to be honest, I don’t recall much about what happened before I opened the package. I only remember what was inside. There was even a poem written on the back of the envelope with no author, just the numbers 1-9-4-5. That could either be a year or the combination to a secret safe that contained millions of dollars. I'm guessing it's the former because as I'm writing this, I'm still not worth millions. I didn’t even manage to save the poem, which I forced myself to assume was about surrendering. If you could ever believe such a story, the only thing inside the box, the sole content, was a shiny, brand new single pair of fingernail clippers. It was forged from a single piece of steel by renowned Japanese clippersmith, Majima. I'm honestly not making this up, but if all of this sounds to...