If you own a Strad, watch for deer

Here’s hoping someone asks what’s wrong with the fiddle. I’ll tell them I hit a deer. That’s almost true, except it was my husband who was driving. I wouldn’t have dodged the deer either. It’s as if they have a rendezvous with death, and you’re it. My cheap fiddle was in the backseat in its ratty but protective case – just not zipped in. Maybe it hit the floo...