Of all the crazy songs the ukulele group plays (our leader is partial to classic rock!) that little instrument was made for Irish and Hawaiian music.
I like the meeting right before St. Patrick's Day. Those traditional, corny Irish songs are pretty much about three things: love (as in chasing girls) drinking (whisky) and untimely death.
That's Cecil at The Bridge yesterday. He just turned 102, and can still whip out a harmonica in the right key to harmonize on just about anything. We are always happy when he shows up, especially now that his granddaughter drives him across town.
Anyway, it was a good time despite the cold wind blowing through the patio. I sit along the side and avoid the table tops with those gas burners. The fumes make me dizzy.
The big news this morning is SNOW in Seattle, a strange event for March, and in fact the first lowland snow all winter.
A soggy, wet and cold garden...
Have a good weekend.
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