I was in Key West at a joint called Sloppy Joes, where Hemingway was supposed to have hung out. While my wife, and friends sat there and poured some beer, I listened to a guy on stage who was playing the guitar and then would switch to the Banjo and play.

I always had loved the sound of a banjo and listened with rapt (beer soaked) attention. AFter about an hour, I made the profound statement, "I am going to learn to play the Banjo" With a wistul sigh I sometimes say, Dan you should have had two more beers before you opened your mouth.

Anyway that was two years ago and I am diligently working my fingers off trying to learn the banjo.

If I live to be a hundred I might even get good enough to play it properly.

Pickin along Sailor Dan