"While My Uke Gently Weeps," in Central Park's Strawberry Fields.
Four strings . Two octaves. Clapton, I love you, but you're a wuss.
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About Me
- Jordaan
- Austin, Texas, United States
- I, Jordaan (sort of my real name) am a writer and father living in Austin, with my wife and 3 children. I was in 1st grade when the family moved to Dhaka ("Dacca," back then), 2 years after the 1971 East/West Pakistan War. I graduated from the American Embassy School, New Delhi, spent 5 yrs in DC, and moved here in 1989. Ek dam pukka atchaa hain, yar. Y'all.