PEOPLE WHO CAN PLAY A MUSICAL INSTRUMENT are to be envied. Not being able to play one is one of my life’s regrets. It’s second on the list, right behind never having made love to Marilyn Monroe. But anyway, I would like to have played the violin, or the cello. Those musical instruments produce such heavenly melodies. When my oldest daughter was seven, we started her with piano lessons. I decided to take lessons too. There was a couple, a man and wife, who gave lessons. We signed up with them, and their studio was just down the street from my office. My little girl lasted a lot longer, and did a lot better, than I did. If only I could run my fingers as productively over a piano keyboard, I thought, as I do a typewriter keyboard (this was pre-computer days). Alas, it was not to be. The one natural instrument that many people possess, their voice, is beyond me as well. I can’t even sing in the shower. But I can whistle! This seems to annoy my family, especially when I do it in any type of public setting, such as a store where, odds are, I don’t even realize that I’m doing it. Once I got thrown out of a library because I was listening to Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony and whistling along with it. I was wearing a headset and didn’t realize that I was whistling, but it carried throughout the small library. I can’t think of any other places that I have been thrown out of, but who knows? Memory is so faulty when it comes to such experiences.