Here's the dee ell:
I used to play the harmonica when I was a lot younger, and then I lost it about three years ago. Needless to say I utterly forgot about it, it's me, remember? Anyway, I watched The Blues Brothers and a memory of it hit me like a brick. That started my quest. I owned harmonica books, I read them and reread them. Last weekend, at a fair, toy Bee harmonicas where on sale for three dollars. Awesome. I obtained one, and I was happy to at least have one, even if the fourth hole didn't work, and it had sixteen holes and my small hands couldn't properly cup it. Today, my father brought me to a music store and bought me a Honer. I haven't really stopped playing it since I got it. I am soooo happy! I love it, and it's name is Jake.
How freaken awesome.