On Ground Hogs Day I’m always reminded of my grandfather who always wore a suit. He owned a Model-T truck with a cage on the back for his posse of hunting dogs that he love to chase foxes with. He had pet foxes that he would go on these hunts with, unharming the fox after the event. He always treasured this photo of Mickey the Groundhog, the pet of the man he bought his foxes from in West Virginia. Grandad also played country fiddle and one of his fox-hunting buddies gave him this busted up violin that I inherited and has a RED VIOLIN story of its own.
