About four years ago, I was in New York City for an AAF competition. We had Friday to explore the city and do some sightseeing, Saturday for our competition, and we would leave on Sunday. It was a quick trip, but packed with fun, excitement, anxiety, and disappointment (we got seventh place out of eight schools).
While we were down there, I got ahold of my friend who had just moved to Brooklyn about three months prior. He was working in a restaurant and invited me and another friend, Pat, to come and hang out. On the way there Pat found a discarded ukulele and decided to play it while we walked through the streets. He kept that beaten thing with him until Sunday when he had to toss it before our return flight.
I’m not sure if there was a point to this story, but there aren’t a lot of times I get to tell stories regarding ukuleles.