Oh okay, I'll tell you ONE teacher.
After a quick visit and snuggle with my almost-nephew in Mount Joy, PA, I'm heading to Warrenton, VA to fire up a wood stove in my very own little apartment within a house that may or may not be approximately 200 years old. There, I'll rosin up my bow, and get cracking with the most incredible, and most reclusive fiddler I know: Rhys Jones.
Okay Jimmy Stewart, you ready? Let's drive.