The next morning I was woken by the sound of walking around my tent. I unzipped my tent fly and stuck my head out to see what was causing the commotion. Much to my surprise, there were about ten cows walking around my campsite, grazing on the brush. A few of the cows stopped to look at me while I got up and slowly moved around to stretch my tired legs, but for the most part, they couldn't be bothered. After I made my coffee and ate my oatmeal and bagel, the cows were still standing around grazing. Figuring the cows were hoping I'd do something, just like I was hoping they'd do something, I decided to dig in my bag for my harmonica.

I bought a harmonica after I left DigitalThink, hoping that at some point in my life when I'm in the back of a box car with three other hobos, I can ask my fellow companions if they want to hear some music. Then I'll break out my harmonica and we'll all dance to the rip roaring sounds of my fancy riffs, just like in the movies. For the first few months, I practiced all the time. I'd sit on my couch and try and play along with commercial jingles and tv theme songs.

I'm quite certain my upstairs neighbor didn't appreciate my diligence in practicing. Before I got my harmonica, I'd see her all the time and she'd always say hello. After I got my harmonica, I'd hardly ever see her and barely ever talk to her until she found out I was moving. She never said anything, but apparently the theme song to "The Wheel of Fortune" must not be her favorite melody.