Concerto No. 2, Third Movement by Friedrich Seitz

I was wrong. It wasn't wetless coming back south yesterday afternoon. An afternoon that stretched into night. There was snow around Pittsburgh. About and inch or so. And there was a bit of snow over the mountains on the Pennsylvania Turnpike. Then it was dry. Until just west of Frederick, Maryland. There was a bit of snow there. Maybe a quarter of an inch, if that, for maybe a four mile stretch over a tiny hill along Interstate 70.

Pittsburghers know how to drive in the snow. We all just slowed down and made it through going around 45 to 55 miles an hour. And for the most part the Turnpike road crews kept ahead of the snow and the roads were wet but not slick. In Maryland we stopped and waited and crawled and lurched and stopped some more. For an hour. For more. As a result we got back here in eight hours from Meadville instead of the five and one-half it should have taken.

We left Meadville after having lunch with Michael and three of our friends (our neighbors) from Meadville times. We went to Meadville right after a morning recital at Edinboro University's music building.

It was there that we saw and heard Brid play Concerto No. 2, Third Movement by Friedrich Seitz. It was the best we've ever heard her play. Her fingers danced over the violin like the toes of a ballerina playing the part of the Chinese girl in the Nutcracker. The music singing from the violin was lilting and uplifting and made the quick trip up and the long snowy trip back worthwhile.

Kate and I originally were ticketed in to see violinist virtuoso Itzhak Perlman play with the National Symphony Orchestra last night at the Kennedy Center. But when Brid's recital date was finalized we happily exchanged the tickets for a night in February. I'm glad we did. Oh I'm sure Perlman was good. Spectacular probably. But he wouldn't have brought tears to my eyes like I had in the music hall in Edinboro while listening to the Third Movement of Friedrich Seitz's Concerto No. 2.