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!”<\/p>\n
I probably don’t need to tell you that it’s lovely here.<\/p>\n
And Ben, Sam says hi and to send business card for people visiting from Seattle who are looking for uke teachers.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 … <\/p>\n