Here’s the fourth of many vintage aloha shirts that I bought from Emily and Mike Stehle at last weekend’s Tampa Bay Ukulele Getaway, and it’s got swordfish aplenty!
Aloha shirts — a.k.a. “Hawaiian shirts” — are my sartorial “thing”, and the Stehles have the best selection I’ve seen in a long time. I bought a lot of them, and over the week, I’ll post them here. The photo at the top of this article is the second in the set.
Here’s the third of many vintage aloha shirts that I bought from Emily and Mike Stehle at last weekend’s Tampa Bay Ukulele Getaway, and it’s got swordfish aplenty!
Aloha shirts — a.k.a. “Hawaiian shirts” — are my sartorial “thing”, and the Stehles have the best selection I’ve seen in a long time. I bought a lot of them, and over the week, I’ll post them here. The photo at the top of this article is the second in the set.
Here’s the second of many vintage aloha shirts that I bought from Emily and Mike Stehle at last weekend’s Tampa Bay Ukulele Getaway, and it’s got swordfish aplenty!
Aloha shirts — a.k.a. “Hawaiian shirts” — are my sartorial “thing”, and the Stehles have the best selection I’ve seen in a long time. I bought a lot of them, and over the week, I’ll post them here. The photo at the top of this article is the second in the set.
An unexpected benefit of going to the Tampa Bay Ukulele Getaway was that Emily and Mike Stehle’s vintage aloha shirt shop was there:
Aloha shirts — a.k.a. “Hawaiian shirts” — are my sartorial “thing”, and the Stehles have the best selection I’ve seen in a long time. I bought a lot of them, and over the week, I’ll post them here. The photo at the top of this article is the first in the set.
Save the aloha shirt from the alt-right
The “boogaloo boys” have adopted the aloha shirt as part of their uniform, and that’s a bad thing. To do my part to take it back from them, this article features photos of me in some of my favorite aloha shirts.
Public service announcement: Don’t tuck in your Aloha (a.k.a. “Hawaiian”) shirt
It wasn’t made for that.
Today, November 5th, is my birthday. And today, November 5th, 2021, should be the start of an interesting weekend.
We’re making the 45-minute drive to this place…
…to attend this event…
…and I’m going to learn how to play this instrument…
…along with this lovely lady:
I have to admit that I’m terrible with string instruments. However, Anitra’s been taking up the ukulele for the past few months, and the big Tampa Bay uke conference falls on my birthday weekend.
But hey, birthdays are a great time to take personal stock and even stretch oneself. So, I ordered a ukulele (we’re now a two-uke household), we got VIP tickets to the Tampa Bay Ukulele Getaway and also snagged rooms at the convention resort, the Sirata. It’s on St. Pete Beach, and right next door to where we got married — a return to the scene of the crime!
I’ve done a couple of evening’s worth of noodling on the uke, and I can already fumble my way through:
…and a whole lot of I-IV-V songs. That should help, because there are a lot of play-along jam sessions happening this weekend. I’m going to have to tap into my Pacific Islander powers this weekend.
And yes, I’m also bringing the accordion.
I try to do a 10-kilometer (6.2 miles) bike ride every day, but once a weekend, I take a mid-ride break at Spaddy’s Coffee, a coffee truck in my neighborhood of Seminole Heights with an outdoor seating area.
I’m enough of a regular that they can often remember my usual order: a “Heights Cold Brew,” which is their excellent cold brew mixed with condensed milk, in the style of Vietnamese coffee.
After all this time, I just noticed that they have something on their menu called “Espresso Lemonade,” which is what it sounds like: lemonade with a shot of espresso. I’ll have to try it the next time I go there.
This was a fun one: The Glazer Children’s Museum celebrated its 11th birthday with a big party at Curtis Hixon Park, located right by their front door in downtown Tampa. We’d already planned to attend when they suggested that I play some accordion numbers between acts on the big stage. I was honored by the request and was only too happy to play for a good party and a great cause!
Ever better, Captain Fear, mascot for the Tampa Bay Buccaneers, joined me onstage! We had a grand old time.
I played: