The face in the window

Walking down Broadway in Ukuleletown last night after the rain. The streets were shiny and the occasional streetlamp was reflected in the myriad puddles. Just past Edwards Avenue, I spied someone sitting in the window of Joe’s Hotdog Heaven. He was wearing sunglasses. I thought I was the only one who wore sunglasses at night.
So I went it and said hi. Said his name was Steven P. Slivka and he hailed from the Windy City. Said he played ukulele. Natch…it was Ukuleletown. He whipped one out, and right there, for me and the ketchup bottles, he sang a couple tunes.
Killer.
Check out Steven P. Slivka and his lonely imagination
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