One of my fondestest memories of a year in Cleveland is playing the
harmonica with falon Aaron and Adam while driving to kirtland. We were
going to a church mtg so we had white shirts...3 harmonicas blaring
with the windows down going 70 mph on the freeway. It happened to
catch the eye of a couple girls driving a land cruiser in the lane
next to us and we began a screaming conversation muffeled by the wind.
We successfully convinced them that we were a traveling harmonica band
from Washington state (where falons vehicle is registered) and invited
them to our show.
Aside from that, I can't count the number of smiles we've gotten from
other drivers as they enjoy the music stopped at a light with the
windows down.
It feels great to be back in Cleveland if only for a week at a work
training.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Harmonica Tales
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funny!! that reminds me of when Dad and I were trying to quiet a screaming baby,Steve, by singing patriotic songs while in Washington DC.Louder and louder as he was louder. We kept singing while stopped at a light and got some weird looks from other drivers.
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