我父亲年轻的时候,曾在密歇根州北部的一个小城市里居住过。那时,他有一位在餐馆里工作的朋友,是个意大利人,名叫菲尔。你可以想象得出,非尔所干的活儿,与其他在餐馆工作的人没什么两样——从早上煮咖啡,到晚上打扫卫生。但他与众不同的是会弹一手好钢琴。每当星期六,我父亲和菲尔带上他们的女朋友,驱车十或十五英里,到一家靠近湖边的专供乘车旅游者休息的酒馆去玩。人们在那儿大杯大杯地喝啤酒、跳舞,菲尔就在一架破旧的老钢琴 My father lived in a small town in northern Michigan when I was a young man. At that time, he had a friend working in a restaurant, an Italian named Phil. As you can imagine, what Phil does is no different from those at other restaurants - from morning coffee to night cleaning. But what sets him apart is that he plays the piano well. Every Saturday, my father and Phil bring their girlfriend, drove ten or fifteen miles, to a pub near the lake for a rest for traveling by car. There, people drank beer in a big glass and danced, and Phil was on a worn-out old piano