For some reason when I was about five years old I began to have the desire to play the violin I think it was because my Dad always said how much he loved violin music, and I wanted to try and impress him or something.

My Mom found me an old white haired retired Chicago Symphony player who lived near our farm in Indiana, and I began to take lessons.It was quite the experience for a little farm boy to get cleaned up and go for my lesson each Saturday.  Pick up  this week’s printed edition for full story…….