Long ago, on the east side of Louisville, there was a little pizza joint owned by a rag-tag group of New York freaks, and it was called Fun City Pizza. It featured great thick-crust pizza and, though the boys didn't have a liquor license, they would pass around paper cups and a jug of dago red most weekend nights. I happened to be there one night in about 1974 with my girl, and in my pocket I had a Hohner D Blues Harp I'd been fooling with. Two guys walk in with guitars, put a hat on the floor for change, and start playing music. After a few minutes, the girl says "this guy has a harmonica!" so they start an A Blues and I caught my breath and jumped in. It started slow, but pretty soon we had a real groove going, and a woman jumps in and starts to sing, and everybody clapping along, and when we ended the clientele gives us a standing ovation.First time I ever played harp in front of people.