"No, don't do that, Brandon," I said. "I've got one or two keyboards stored in the barn outside. A good friend of mine gave me one that he found at a garage sale and the other keyboard is a really nice one that I bought several years ago. This afternoon when y'all finish working outside let's go down to the barn to see if we can find it. And if I remember correctly I also have a stand for it..."
Late this afternoon Brandon and I found the keyboards covered in dust. "The one I want to give to you is way up there." Brandon climbed over our kayaks to get it and fortunately, the 12 volt wall jack was still plugged into the back of it, but some heavy boxes were sitting on the wire and it would not budge. While I was holding the keyboard he moved this box and that box to finally retrieved the electrical wall jack.
He loved the Yamaha keyboard and he would not quit thanking me for it as we cleaned it up, in the kitchen. A few minutes later when he plugged the jack into the wall, the old keyboard looked brand new and it sounded great.
After he had messed around with it and figuring out what all it could do, we went back to the barn to see if we could find the black metal stand for it. We found the keyboard stand fast and he was thrilled, but I was even more thrilled, because I found my backup Eternal Squirrel! And the box had never been opened, so we opened it and sure enough it was brand new.