Though if you'd actually heard me play, you might not have loved it quite so much. For all her virtues, Mother wasn't a good judge of music or, in this instance, musicians.
Love it—and then there was Bob, excuse me, Bobby fiddling around in the second section. But, wait! The other day he asked me, “Do you think we have my violin stored somewhere? Want a fiddle duo some evening?
I'll look forward to hearing Bob, if you find his violin in storage - though in my case, unlike with Nero, who fiddled while Rome burned, folks who heard me might set Houston on fire just in the hope of smoking me into silence!
Thanks, Frank. So pleased to know that you enjoyed this one - and so honored that you're a subscriber to my Substack. Hope you two are doing well. Missing you!
My virtuoso! ❤️
Still practicing on that.
I love this sweet tribute to your mother, and the loving memories embedded in your humorous self-recollections.
Though if you'd actually heard me play, you might not have loved it quite so much. For all her virtues, Mother wasn't a good judge of music or, in this instance, musicians.
Love it—and then there was Bob, excuse me, Bobby fiddling around in the second section. But, wait! The other day he asked me, “Do you think we have my violin stored somewhere? Want a fiddle duo some evening?
I'll look forward to hearing Bob, if you find his violin in storage - though in my case, unlike with Nero, who fiddled while Rome burned, folks who heard me might set Houston on fire just in the hope of smoking me into silence!
Wonderful story. Thanks for sharing. I love your way with words.
Thanks, Frank. So pleased to know that you enjoyed this one - and so honored that you're a subscriber to my Substack. Hope you two are doing well. Missing you!