During the pandemic, or as I now refer to it as the plague, I have literally devoured the Zoom opportunities. I have traveled to Dublin and London and Amherst and Boston and Prague and Iceland. I have studied Fitzgerald, Poe, Dickinson, Scottish dialects, English gardens, recipes, writing, poetry, astronomy, storytelling. OK, you get the picture. Every week there is something new to learn and somewhere new to travel. Except every day there is one thing that is the same.
Every day at 3 p.m., for exactly 307 days, Pete McCarty from Memphis, spends his lunch hour hosting ukulele jams. Every day. Every day of the week. For one hour Pete plays the uke with us. As Pete says, it started as a two-week project when the plague began just to keep our spirits up and a way to jam together. But it has turned into much more than that. We have built a wonderful group of spirited, talented musicians and those not so talented (the group I fall into!). We check to see who has logged on and share comme