I found the perfect storm, the perfect answer to my addictions, The Mecca of my Mirth, The Vatican of my Values, The Tabernacle of my Tendencies … ok, too much alliteration.
I love ukuleles. My fantasy is to grow old with my lovely bride, sitting on a rickety porch with a worn out uke, plucking out the stupidest, cutest, silliest renditions of melody/malady my wrinkled old fingers can pull out of a gnome-sized guitar. (g is silent, I did not alliterate!).
Two of my worlds have collided into one site (small stringed instruments & broadband): Midnight Ukulele Disco
#### oops - they are down for a remodel, but go back and visit later ####
Which reminds me … I need a new baritone Ukulele. My birthday is Nov. 20th.
Ever since the ‘incident’

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