THE FIDDLER

On a recent trip to Eureka Springs, AR, I happened upon the fiddler. I could hear him playing from blocks away and immediately went on the search for the musician. He was a quiant and quiet man, a diamond in the rough. Not necessarily first chair at Carnegie Hall, but the man had a certain...comfortability about him. He somehow knew he was meant to bless the ears of those like me, the passerby, on the streets of the small town. What an honor.