One memory I have of Bryan, I guess he was about 12 years old.  I used to keep my race car in Uncle Lew’s barn. In the back of the barn, there was an old upright player piano. While working on the car one Saturday, my brother Frank and I heard the piano play a few notes. We looked over at it, saw nothing, and just dismissed it. A few minutes later we heard it again. At that, Frank and I started to get a little spooked.  Minutes later, Bryan comes out from the inside of the upright piano holding his notepad and pen, and wearing his vest with all the pockets that held all his gadgets and tools. Come to find out, he was trying to figure out how the player piano worked. Who would have expected a kid popping out of the inside of a piano! We still laugh about it to this day.