I really do miss being able to play.... sniff.

I remember the times in my kitchen that Chris would get on the whistle or Charley would get on the guitar or Jim would get on the fiddle and we would play a duet or all together. Somethin about that whistle and hran man... just speaks to my soul.

I sold my guitar and mandolin, gave most of my whistles away and recently had an offer to buy one of my hrans... but, I can't really part with my Hrans even though I can't play anymore. I dunno why I can't part with my hrans... sniff. They sit on the mantle and in front of the fireplace lifeless. They are only memories. ?

BTW... that link... too fancy for me... it's good, well, okay, but I prefer a more subtle Hran that gives you the music intended without, if I can be so bold and, indeed, condescending (forgive me) "overplaying", but that's just me.