Bob Hope famously called Anchorage’s Fourth Avenue “the longest bar in the world.”

A beat-up, stained, cigarette-burnt old Baldwin Acrosonic piano with wonderful tone was hauled up and down the avenue as needed over a period of many, many years. It is said that it visited every bar in Anchorage many times over.
Later it belonged to my mother. Now it's mine, a cherished possession.
My husband always threatened that before he moved it one more time, he'd break it up for firewood.