Here I am blissed out with the first banjo I ever owned, a cheap Japanese thing that none-the-less was raucous enough to get me thrown off the Capital Square a time or two. I learned to play in the backseat of the family car while on a trip to Calgary, Alberta to visit Grandpa Brown. I don't know how the rest of the family put up with it all day long for three or four days in a row, but they did. It might explain why Dad was driving so fast.