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A great travel instrument - the ukulele!

Playing our ukuleles on the intact Renaissance-era city wall surrounding Lucca, Italy.   Ci ty wall surrounding Lucca , Italy. One of the joys in playing the ukulele is that, because of its size, you can take it with you when you travel. So far, airlines have been good about allowing us to bring our ukuleles on board, placing them in the overhead compartments. We use soft cases, so the space used is a bit more flexible than when using a hard case, although we have to be careful that they don't get smashed when a heavy roll-away is thrown in the same compartment. Caroline started playing the ukulele soon after the Covid-19 pandemic shut everything down in 2020.  I started playing the guitar again, to accompany her, but a few months later I picked up her uke and I was hooked. Wesley started soon after, followed by Mignon. Caroline begins to play the uke, March 2020. Initially, I accompanied Caroline on the rhythm guitar. By December, Caroline, Wesley, and I were all playing. In Janua

Writing your own stories

  How do you record your stories, ideas, thoughts, and experiences for future generations? If you are famous (or infamous) enough, somebody does it for you. A book, a Wikipedia entry, or a magazine article or two might survive you. Plenty of people write in journals, but my guess is that these journals soon are relegated to the trash heap after you pass. I mean, who wants your daily whining, wishing, and wondering? There are some exceptions. One of my favorite little books was finalized right before Ed Abbey's death, A Voice Crying in the Wilderness: Notes from a Secret Journal . This slim book contains snippets taken from his books as well as his many journals. • "From the point of view of a tapeworm, man was created by God to serve the appetite of the tapeworm." • "The highest treason, the meanest treason, is to deny the holiness of this little blue planet on which we journey through the cold void of space." In our current digital world, we might feel we have