Oh the harmonic…

I cannot tell you how nice it is to have. I am not very good at playing, to be honest, but it satisfies my musical thirst. When I begin to miss something, whether it be my friends, family, or piano, I take my harmonica out of its case, close my eyes and play. The kids love it, and I let them all have a turn playing it. I laugh when I think about how they will remember: the big, tall, white American, who’s Chinese speaking ability went as far as saying boo (no) and no further, who played a harmonica whenever he walked and wasn’t listening that pink Ipod of his. I hope they think fondly of these memories of me, I know I will think fondly of them.