A Message To Luca

One of the country's finest violinists was late for a performance and he was lost in New York City. Couldn't make heads or tails out of the map. He pulled over near an old Romanian fruit pedlar and pleaded with him desperately "How do I get to Carnegie Hall?" The old man removed his cap, smoothed his white hair, and shook his finger at the violinist, saying "Practice! Practice! Practice!"