We moved to Bay St. Louis when I was in the second grade, and lived for a few months in a big, scary rented house on DeMontluzin Street. One day I was exploring with my new friend Scott Tudury, and we poked through an abandoned house a block over on St. John's Street, which was a "black street." The house had big holes in the floor and I distinctly remember an old piano was still in there. It looked complicated and heavy, partially fallen through the floor. I wondered about its story.
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