Stranded in the Love Field airport in Dallas once again. This happens far too often. I drowsed in my chair and prayed for sunshine. Coming from a gate down the way I heard music. People were singing “Ma, He’s Making Eyes at Me.” I got up and went to see. An older couple with ukuleles were singing and everyone around them sang along. What had been a terrible day turned into fun and sharing and conversation. What a little ukulele can do.
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