sounding off

It’s Friday night on Sydney Road, and I can’t spot the source of the

harmonica until I see a guy walking on the road along the parked cars.

A harmonica’s not really a city instrument, but it’s a welcome

change from the normal sights along here – The hardworking old guys behind

restaurant counters, the sad little poker machine pub with “live music”

provided by a guy with a flashy new keyboard for his Lionel Ritchie covers.

I’d come out for dinner, a late dinner, but the walking made me feel like

I didn’t want to just eat anything. I kept walking until I was home

again, hungry but exercised.