[OFB Cafe] The Harmonica Player

[Don Spoon]

>
> As a Harmonica Player, I was asked by a funeral director to play at a
> grave-side service for a homeless man, with no family or friends. The
> funeral was to be held at a cemetery way back in the country, and this =
> man
> would be the first to be laid to rest there.
>
>
> As I was not familiar with the backwoods area, I became lost; and being =
> a
> typical man did not stop for directions. I finally arrived an hour =
> late.. I
> saw the backhoe and the crew, who were eating lunch, but the hearse was
> nowhere in sight.
>
>
> I apologized to the workers for my tardiness, and stepped to the side of =
> the
> open grave, where I saw the vault lid already in place.  I assured the
> workers I would not hold them up for long, but this was the proper thing =
> to
> do. The workers gathered around, still eating their lunch. I played out =
> my
> heart and soul.=20
>
> As I played the workers began to weep. I played, and I played, like I'd
> never played before..... from Going Home & The Lord is my Shepherd to
> Flowers of the Forest . I closed the lengthy session with Amazing Grace =
> and
> walked to my car.=20
>
> As I was opening the door , I overheard one of the workers saying to
> another, "Sweet Jeezuz, Mary'n Joseph, I never seen nothin' like that =
> before
> - and I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty years."