Wailing on Harmonicas

I don't know when the tradition began. This Saturday night in Brooklyn, NY my friend handed us all harmonicas at her dinner table. Instead of saying grace we were asked to join in collective music making. I started giggling because this is so much fun. Its simple, and exhilirating. You don't even have to have any musical skills. The next day I was still fiddling with the harmonica at the breakfast table thinking about the wonderful meal the night before, and being with good friends.