It's sad to wait for the last day of your 43rd year to find your calling in life. Now I have to get subscriptions to Banjo Man, Banjo Now and other cool magazines. I'll have to ask the Flea for tips and drop by unannounced whenever I need to run a new plunky lick or two past him.

But where will I find the time to write here if I am learning to make myself into both Pete Seeger and Glen Miller? We will have to see. Writing as a habit is a good thing but I must say, like Ben, the big news posts are getting dreary. Why? Everyone is always wrong, that's why. And - however pleasant the discourse - nothing ever seems to be achieved. Maybe this will become a banjo blog. The beer blog thing has taken off so well maybe this space should be all banjo, all the time. Then I can get ad revenue from the big eastern banjoing establishment and get review copies of banjo strings for free in the mail. That would be sweet.