Went to see the old son of the old and now deceased fiddlemaker who made my dad's fiddle and did a hairsbreadth repair on the "f" holes on mine years ago, before dad let me have it. The son is 78 and still following in his dad's footsteps, using his dad's old tools even.

Anyway, he's an old Coloradoan, too, so had to spin a few yarns while I was there. And I heard something I'd forgotten about some of the old-timers. He was a railraod man and started telling me a story about when he worked for the Rio Grande RR, only he didn't pronounce it "ree-oh"; he said "rye-oh". I knew I'd heard it before as soon as he said it, just had been a long time!

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