@RadishRose, I may have told this before, if so kindly disregard. Before the harmonica I had a plastic device, calld a spirometer, I think, where I blew and drawed my breath into and out of this device. I dropped it and cracked it so it no longer worked. I regretted it because of all the doctors and nurses I had encountered with my emphysema, one nurse I respected, a nurse who had been practicing a long time, told me by using this plasticic device might someday prolong my life or help save it. She said you've got yourself a big dose of emphysema and we can't cure it but this spirometer will help you. I didn't want to admit I had broken it, so what could I do? I was sitting at my kitchen table, no one at home but me. I thought of a harmonica, you blew into and drew your breath trrough it. I drove to the music store and bought a harmonica. I used it fathfully every day. My wife was still working and no one to hear me but me. It took me the lonThe people at the VA tell me they call me their miracle guy at the VA hospital, because I should have been dead years ago. My doctors tell me they can't do any more for me but keep on doing whatever I'm doing. My nurses say keep blowing those harps. So that's what I do, daily. I had Charley McCoy and Mickey Rafael on this morning, jamming with them. I thought I might teach them a thing or two. Ha!