I just wanted to add, at one of his performances Art told a story about his dad Hiram, who used to sit out on the porch and play the fiddle.
His mom would say 'there he is, playing that same old tune for forty years.'
Art added, 'you know when I close my eyes I can hear my daddy play'
and hear the music as it went out over that valley.

I was truly saddened to hear of his passing, as Id hoped to catch him
at some festival again and hear him play.
Petr

(its nice to know that playing the fiddle is one thing folks can do
well into old age, I know Im going to get much better in basketball, say, but I still hope to be playing in my later years)
And from older players that Ive met, many of them say, its the music that keeps me young.

goodbye Art..