I’m up in Sam Rosen’s place. Ben has sent me there, but when I tell Sam this, he doesn’t remember Ben. Finally, he says, “I remember a guy from Seattle, Uncle Ben? Do you mean him?” That’s the one! I say. “You should have just said Uncle Ben!” Sam teaches a 10 day uke making workshop up at his place in Holualoa. He had one proud student finishing up while we were there – he was just lowering the strings a little on his new tenor, a beautiful little instrument. I played almost every uke in Sam’s shop and while we were there, a big, shirtless local dude with lots of tattoos wandered in and out. I was strumming away in the corner and the local dude, brown as coffee, stops and says to me, “Sister, you can play the uke! You must be part Hawaiian!”
I probably don’t need to tell you that it’s lovely here.
And Ben, Sam says hi and to send business card for people visiting from Seattle who are looking for uke teachers.
What a perfect postcard. It sounds like the you have truly arrived now. I do hope you have more such experiences to share. All the best.
Pam, I am still gathering aluminum cans so I can have some cards made for the people I send to Sam Rosen’s! Glad you took my advice and stopped by there! Great place!
Uncle Ben