“One man’s trash is another man’s treasure” is a cliché.  Most of us are familiar with.  Yesterday, as I got lost looking for a patient’s home, I saw something interesting in a trailer by the roadside.  After a closer look, I realized it was an old upright piano lying on its side, more or less intact. After I completed my patient visit, I stopped back by the roadside piano and walked around it.  Once upon a time, it had been a real beauty.  Made of oak with real ivory keys now stained by age lay beached in the trailer like the carcass on animal left behind because it no longer…