I had my first piano lesson in twenty years last night. My piano teacher is in such high demand that I had been wait listed since the spring. Finally I got the call that a coveted space had opened up. The lesson ran only 45 minutes long, but there was no foreplay. We jumped right into reading music, despite the fact that I had prefaced my lesson by stating that I hadn't taken lessons in TWENTY years. Apparently he uses the "throw your kid in the creek tied to a rope to teach him to swim" method. About 15 minutes before my lesson was to end the next student arrived. I had to haltingly wade my way through "Frère Jacques" in front of an audience, talk about humiliating. Then I get home to face more humiliation when I discover the title of my piano book, "The Older Beginner". That's me.