Today while visiting Gilbert's place, Gilbert told me that he was planning to bring a bunch of firewood from the garden to the dumpster. I went downstairs to the garden and took a look, and to my suprise, there it was. I have seen this piece of junk before, many years ago, and I still do not believe that it is still here. You would have never guessed that it was a harpsichord, more like a coffin really, or part of a broken dresser in a city dump. I came back to Gilbert's office, and both of us thought that it was a Z box. So I thought, well, I could use some parts. Gilbert was busy, and told me that he could not help me move the thing today. So he told me to come back in a couple of days, and go striaght to the garden to drag it away.