Evangeline’s story reminded me of my college, to which a style 15 was very generously donated by an alumnus, after a special request by the school, so I would have an instrument to use. It was stored with the practice organ, which, luckily, nobody seemed to want to use much. It was a nice harp. Somehow a foot on the harp got broken, but got fixed. It couldn’t possibly have been from my moving it to and from the concert hall. Several years after I graduated, there hadn’t been any students there for a while, and the faculty member apparently didn’t ever visit, because the harp was in its trunk and not in tune or anything. The next time I saw it, the sounding board had pulled out of the base and broken off. It was sickening to see how it had been neglected. They haven’t owned another harp since.