My grandpa was never one to put his name out first or spend time dwelling on his accomplishments. So, when he passed, it was up to those who loved him to ensure the world remembered how special he was. This is my small contribution. A celebration of a quiet instrument repair business, he ran out of his basement. My Grandmother was a music teacher for 40 or so years, and when students had a problem with their water keys, padding, and more, my grandpa was there to fix it. After my grandma passed, it was a skill he never seemed to put down. My grandpa never learned to play music, but he found his way to make it.