Uncle DaveO eagerly entered Paltalk, called up the list of categories, chose Music. Among numerous rooms he finally found a Live Room, entered. To the long list of raised hands, he added his, then greeted his friends. Wonderful music, but it was waiting nevertheless. After interminable waiting he picked up his guitar and sang, then raised his hand again. Another long impatient wait, (though loving what he heard), he and his guitar, joyous, performed again. Again a fretful wait; another song. Bedtime now, too soon; reluctantly he exited. Neglected in the corner, his poor, disconsolate, jealous banjo wept bitterly. Another Paltalk evening.

Dave Oesterreich