I promised I would never do this, but I might buy a banjo today. In honor.
I heard a piece on banjos a year ago. What I remember:
A musician realized he left his car unlocked with a banjo in full view inside. He races down
to lock the car, but it was too late. Someone left another banjo.
And what to you call perfect pitch? When tossing the banjo in to the dumpster, you hit the accordion.
And now I have to go look to see if I have Foggy Mountain Breakdown when I get home.