Wow.

How I missed this when you posted it I don't know, but it brings to mind Neale Donald Walsch's recollections of his own dad smashing apart his piano when he was a boy, and his own crushing sorrow, when he refused to come out of his room, or even get out of bed, for four days after the fact.

My dad made a few bonehead moves in his life, haven't we all, but I'd wager that destroying a musical instrument was never among them.