Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Cool Hand Uke, a local ukulele enthusiast with a heart of gold. Every evening at Sunset he makes his way down Montana Avenue to Palisades Park, plants himself on a bench overlooking the ocean, and treats the neighborhood to an impromptu concert. Unfortunately, his repertoire these days seems to consist mainly of Michael Jackson tunes. Nothing against Michael Jackson, but -- in case you were wondering -- Thriller wasn't made for the ukulele. "I guess everyone grieves in their own way," said one woman. If you ask me, the whole thing gives new meaning to the words "Good Grief" ...!