Mike, I keep thinking of you going back to the Doc for a checkup, and the Doc saying, "So how's the arm, Mike. How're you doing? Any problems?", and you responding, "Well Doc, I've gotta say that I'm still having some trouble on the piano." Doc then says, "Well, the piano takes a lot of dexterity, but if you have patience I'm sure that you'll be tickling the ivories again soon." Mike then says, "Well that's just great, because I've always wanted to play the piano, but I could never make sense out of all of those black & white keys, or how to read music."