Slowly, carefully, the old man lifts his fiddle from the mantelpiece, gently cradling the instrument as he lays it on his couch. Opening up an old violin case, he takes out a well-worn bow and turns its screw, tightening the frog to make the horsehair taut. Pulling a block of rosin that was processed from a nearby turpentine camp five decades ago, he slides the amber chunk up and down the bow, giving it the ability to bite into the instrument's strings. Picking up the fiddle once again, he tucks it under his chin and lets the violin's neck lie on his palm. Double-stopping the second and third strings, he pauses a moment, calling into his mind a bowing pattern before engaging the bow to the strings. His hard, long downbow is followed by a sharp upbow and another heavy downbow, and he plays the first tune that he learned.
The fiddler is waiting for a visit from a friend who is coming to see him that evening. He is going to introduce him to someone who works for the people who run the folk festival in White Springs. The fiddler has attended the festival for years, and he enjoys sitting in his lawn chair under the live oaks each Memorial Day weekend while listening to the old-time and bluegrass music that is featured on the stages of the Stephen Foster Folk Culture Center State Park. The festival allows him to hear music that he grew up with years ago, and he enjoys spending time at the park on the banks of the historic Suwannee River. The