I try to visit the Left Coast whenever I can. San Francisco holds a special charm, and it’s got a great ukulele community.
Not far south is Jitter City: LA. I used to live there way back when ukuleles still had four strings.
From the Sunset Junction Project website, this little taste of ukulele crime from the thirties:
“3724 Sunset: April 23, 1930- Larry Steere of this address got into an argument with three strangers in an L.A. restaurant, but agreed to give the surly fellows a ride to Rosemead. The 35 year old was discovered unconscious in his car at Rosemead and Foothill, alongside the apparent weapon: a smashed ukulele.”
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