Years ago, I went to a tuning outside of a small town in West Michigan, in the heart of the Bible Belt. My customer was an average looking middle aged woman, who worked as a truck driver. She had an ordinary spinet piano in the basement. As I began to work, I noticed about 20 small tables, each with a candle and surrounded by chairs. She said there was a hot tub nearby.
Going to the bathroom upstairs, I walked by a table with a sign-in book, and a money container. There was a bulletin board covered with flyers about swinging sex parties, and couple swapping. Returning to the basement, a light started going off in my head. During the ride home, the light in my head grew brighter. Upon arriving home, I told my husband all about this whole weird scene. In dull West Michigan, we were both amazed. Ever since, we refer to this customer as Mrs. Hot Tub. I went back a few other times, over the years; you know how hard humidity is on pianos.
Please welcome Judy Kroll, my newest contributor, to the blog. I’m looking forward to reading lots more fun stories about her adventures in the mid west.
The wild, wild mid west!