Pocket Pal

I had an uncle on my father's side of the family who was so good with a mouth/juice harp that he inspired me to take up playing a saxophone so we could jam together.
So, on Saturday nights and sometimes Sundays–both at church and at home–for eleven years until the day he died, we did just that.
I too learned to play by ear and still love playing my alto sax today.
And although my uncle Denver's been dead for over fifteen years now, I sometimes swear I hear the rich, sweet sounds of harmonica music when I play.
Great story-in-a-poem, Bill.
Bravo!
~Dean ♫?♪♫