I gave my dad a violin for Christmas, one we had to fix up. My son helped, and was fascinated by it. He had to carry it everywhere we went, and every chance he got he would open it and make that screaming cat, which dont bother me at all. So I agree, a fiddle may be in the future. Will go along with his screaming coyote sax.

Here goes,

(1) Really, really learn the tunes I now play somewhere between half-slow and half-fast.

(2) Get to Louisiana (more than in 2006) to play music, listen to music, talk about music, down a few cold ones and dance the night away.

(3) Finish work on that Washburn parlor guitar that's still waiting for a fret job, a new nut and some inlay.

That's it for now...Lord knows this will keep me busy.