The Mandolin Case

The Mandolin Case is a medical legal mystery solved by the local bluegrass community. It shows the truth but tells no facts. The author searched for indelible human truths that are unchanged over generations. He rejected temporary fads that will fade once out of style. The truth was found in the arts, and not science. It was found by ordinary people and not the rich and famous. It is a story for people weary of exploitation of the humble by the powerful, and a roadmap to thwart the efforts of the greedy. Enjoy.

“The ‘The Mandolin Case’ provides more twists and curls than the grain in a piece of birds-eye maple. Like a master fiddler weaving notes through the melody of a song, Bibey holds forth simplicity as the most complex asset when prejudice and greed place honor and integrity on trial.” – Dan Hays,
International Bluegrass Music Association

“Tommy Bibey keeps his feet and his heart in three different worlds: bluegrass music, family medicine, and golf. In ‘The Mandolin Case’ he conflates these three worlds into an arresting story that sheds humane light and his gentle humor on his world and the folks who inhabit it.” – Ted Lehmann,

Bluegrass Photojournalist

“Dr. Bibey honors the truth and simplicity of rural southern life and traditional music. Finally, an author resists the hackneyed stereotype to accurately .portray the integrity of bluegrass music and the people that love it.” –
Kristin Scott Benson, member of Grascals,
IBMA Banjo Player of Year 2008 and 2009

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Dr. Tom Bibey's Weblog

I have added Dr. Tom Bibey's blog to my blog list along the sidebar. His blog is sub-titled "Stories of the Bluegrass Road." But it is more than that, it is made up of stories about life, much as Bluegrass music itself.

Below is a paragraph from his most recent post, as well as a link to the post, and the sidebar will contain a permanent link to his blog.



...I don’t think I’d a made it without music. Many a night I drove home dead dog tired and only stayed out of the ditches ’cause the cassette player in my Scout blared away Flatt and Scruggs or some other favorite. I listened to a lot of bluegrass going back and forth to the hospital. If you ever played a note I thank you ’cause somehow it filtered down to old Doc and very well might have saved my life one of those lonely nights....
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