In my childhood a jew's harp was often played, by and old man, at our monthly community house gathering. Food, games, dancing and music, always prizes to win. Miss those days when you knew everyone and enjoying their company. Here those days are long gone here. Mr. S came into the barbershop once when my son, then 7 years old, twanged out a tune and danced a few steps. When we left my son asked me,"Daddy was that man crazy?" I tried to explain but don't think it stuck. He's 40 now and doesn't remember that event.