Here’s the deal: I like ukuleles (‘bet you couldn’t tell, huh?). I travel to Hawai’i. I attend ukulele workshops around the US. I spend inordinate amounts of time on ukulele websites (but, of course, never during work hours…). My accountant noted our travels once while looking over our finances. “What’s with all that ukulele stuff?” […]
Salmon swim upstream to return to the home of their birth.
My very special tenor ukulele can’t swim…but for its first birthday, I thought I’d take it back to its birthplace. Only we’d be flying. Hawaii is simply too far for me to swim either—especially with an ukulele case strapped to my back.