On picking up my viola again after 20 years, part 2. Guest post by Black Bear

 

So when we left this saga, my viola was sitting in the corner of my dining room, gathering dust.  Things looked bleak–yet not quite bleak enough to finally admit defeat and take it over to the instrument shop for a re-sell.  Then this spring, through an odd set of circumstances, I found myself in contact with my old music teacher Mr. S again.  (Thank you, Facebook.)  He mentioned that some years ago he'd started another volunteer orchestra—a combination of retirees and his students, current ...