Perusing all the possibilities at an expo devoted to stringed instruments, we miss our childhood ukulele. Man, we could rip it out on those four nylon strings. While we pretended to be Bernadette Peters, with our sister playing the Jerk, we'd sit on the tailgate of Dad's pickup and perform "You Belong to Me" for the neighborhood. Sis went on to be a powerhouse on the Fender Stratocaster, and we, well, accidentally... More >>>