There once was a man named Frankie from Rock Springs on the Navajo rez. I loved him and love him still. He's up among the stars now or in his next life. We watched Fiddler on the Roof together once and the movie inspired him to want to learn to play the violin. My mom got him one for his birthday. Wherever we were at he would climb up on the roof and play. The neighbors would yell and the dogs would bark, but he would just close his eyes and play. It was our own private joke. We called him Navajo on the roof. He was beautiful. May this honor him. Rest in Peace Frankie.