Hello, Dear Reader. It's been a long, long time, but this Irreverent Blonde Girl would like to share a story about herself and the piano. Why? Because I need to work through some stuff, ok??!! I started taking piano lessons when I was 5 or 6. I took weekly lessons (excepting summers) until I was 18. By the time I was 10, I would wake regularly at 5AM to deliver the Boston Globe to my neighbors and then come home to practice for an hour before school. I'd play the Westminster Chimes to wake everyone up at 6AM. My first lessons were with Ms. X, whose name I cannot remember. In my memory, she is very tall, with ethereal, orange-colored hair, piercing blue eyes and a calm, accented voice. She lived in what felt like an extremely cloistered house in Needham. On my birthday, she gave me a Princess Diana paper doll book. Second was Ms. Gordon. She was very calm, very patient, very steady. We spent an hour each week in a room in a church in Wellesley. She's the one who tau...