I will never forget the time of day, the bright afternoon sunlight, the sound of his voice, he had a vest on, the big huge horse farm we were on – neither of us stopping what we were doing - his solitary appearance – how startled I was to just see him appear and how I reeled in every urge to stop and stare, hover, speak, exclaim, trumpet and noticed he was tuning and let the man be knowing how much trouble that B string gives me.
It was startling that no one and I mean no one was around. I think he knew I waited to say something until he was finished tuning – and respected that and that we didn’t break stride or invade his personal space. We both heard in the timber of each others voice respect and I didn’t feel the need for anything else. Amazed that I was good to go so to speak I didn’t need to press for details. What more could we say to each other? What was going to top that and really mean anything? How can someone one amaze you in such a short second – its not what you say but how you say it – It was a moment for me and one that will live on forever. It’s as clear as the crescent moon and solitary planet that hung over the Blue Ridge as we left the festival the following fall night.