My grandfather played a mandolin, so I got my hands on that. Then on down to a banjo, and I found I couldn't play any kind of soft or mournful music with that so I took up the fiddle in my late 20s or early 30s - and that was far too late. But it keeps me off the streets. It has been a love of mine
“Injustice boils in men's hearts as does steel in its cauldron, ready to pour forth, white hot, in the fullness of time.”