Carlisle the Violinist
On the Saturday evening of Memorial Day weekend, I found myself seated at a snow-white draped table next to a card featuring my first and last name in italicized letters. The joyous occasion was the wedding of a childhood friend. It was no different from the other weddings I’ve attended, except for a violinist, who entertained guests as they were settling in for the feast. Since both the bride and the groom hailed from the former Soviet Union, the wedding took place in a Russian restaurant in Brooklyn, which meant that vodka, food, and entertainment were in great abundance. I instantly recognized the violinist. His name was Carlisle. I was happy to see him perform because he was my landsman and the best violin player I’ve ever known. His performance... Read more...
