I must tell you something of the folklore of the brotherhood of banjo players. An elite group I have recently joined.
Old banjo players never die. They just dissolve. If you see a pile of empty clothes in the road with a banjo laying on top of them...... You will now know why.
If you are feeling brave, you could pick the banjo up and take it home with you........... but I warn you........ your life will never be the same again.
