In 2001, my grandfather gave me his violin. It is over 100 years old and was made by a German immigrant named Mr. Crinats. My grandpa started playing the violin when he was age five, just like Cody. When he gave me the instrument, he included a letter that I will treasure forever, and in the closing paragraph of the letter he writes:
"Maybe someday there will be somebody in your family who aspires to be a violin player. He or she can try their first notes on this old fiddle. Who knows, perhaps they may be playing at the Met. May all good things happen to you and to those who draw a bow across these strings."
Well, Poppop...you got your wish. Just look!