My sister Mollie taught me that the difference between a violin and a fiddle is you don't spill beer on a violin. This is a German factory fiddle from 1922, but they put a label inside to make it seem Italian. There's no maker named Micelli, but I've owned two of his fiddles. I got them both in my home town of Wheeling, West Virginia. The other one came from my aunt Katrine, and has a whole story with it - too long to go into here - that has to do with hitch-hiking, Patty Hurst, and falling off a stool.
