I so wish everyone, absolutely everyone I’ve met and visited with over the decades, as fascinated with the hammer dulcimer as I am, could share in the freedom and exhilaration of waking up some misty morning, having coffee and bagels, rubbing the sleep from their eyes and look to the horizon, climb into their ATV and head for the creative .  After a quiet time, watching the sun rise, stroll around the lake then walk a half mile through the timber and wildlife, slipping into the workshop, and inspecting all the goodies on the shelve - it’s just like walking into a fine restaurant and looking at the menu - hungry and curious wanting to try out everything being baked but having to wait until it’s all cooked up.