Despite a low, constant hum that seemed ready to snap, much like that abrupt "POP" of a string wound too tightly in an orchestra, a stillness blanketed that place......

Yes...It WAS quiet....

Too quiet....

Something was about to happen in there. Something that had not come to pass in a very long while. He could feel the tension straining at its limits....ready to erupt like a large hound on a leash that has just spied the fox. When unleashed, no effort would be spared in its pursuit to complete its task.

But how would it work? How could it be done? Could it even be done at all?

He wanted to know....

He wanted to see.....

The man at the gate brushed his thumb across his fingertips and lightly touched the trigger mechanism. He stood as ready as he could have made himself. And with a deep breath took that first step to what he knew could yet become....

What? What would it become after all this?

That was indeed what all of us had long wished to discover. But the answers, the revelations and intent, remain....nebulous.

And now we wait for what witness he may have to share on his return.....

(New Hartford, September 2015)

So why was I there?

First, I needed calendar fodder. (We'll see how that pans out.)

Second, I had some strings that were clunking. Here's Mike about to get started, and apparently considering how medieval to make the process of removing and straightening my neck (not to mention the guitar's neck) for sticking this on his to-do list with only a few hours notice.

He did a great job.......on the guitar.

Thanks again Mike!