This country needs a few more banjo players

Sometimes on Saturdays, while I’m at home waiting for the mail to come, I take my mind out for a walk, give it some leash, and follow along the best I can. For instance, just last weekend I was wondering why anybody would want to spend their lives learning to play the trombone when they could play the banjo instead. All that trombone pushing and pulling makes me seasick. And where does the slide…