My grandfather was a banjo player, and my Dad was the best I’ve ever heard. Dad passed away, though, before I bothered to let him finally teach me, the way he’d wanted to do my entire life. I live with that regret, but now it’s time for me to get serious about learning, for myself and for Daddy. I’ve been working on it sporadically for the last 4 years or so, so I can play a little bit, but if I’m ever going to be able to really play this thing, I’m going to have to take it seriously and practice. :) (This photo was my first banjo when I was a tiny baby!)
