Big and Small, part 5I gathered my things and went to wait for a cab. I went to the common room, now empty, and sat down. The air was thick with the still lingering smell of stale beer, limes and cigarette smoke.
It was oddly comforting.
I got out my Ukulele and began strumming , but after the last three days, it sounded very small.
I said a last silent good-bye to those still sleeping, and those who were already gone, and began my trip home.
This trip showed me the Great lakes, the worlds biggest Ukulele, and even the mighty Mississippi. But these all seem small against the backdrop of friendship and talent I had the honor of enjoying over the last three days.
I will end this end this by borrowing something I learned watching the film,
"Rock That Uke":
Neil Armstrong, upon returning from his trip to the moon, had to spend time in quarantine. According to photographs he spent some of that time playing the ukulele. Here was a man who had just traveled farther than any other human being, had tasted the vastness of space, and after that incredibly big journey could still find solace in an instrument so small as the Ukulele.
I am going to go play now.
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