During a road trip throughout the southwest, I stayed in a hostel in Albuquerque.
That evening I met a guy from Alaska who pulled out his banjo and played a few songs on the porch while we sat around and chatted the night away.
Given my fondness for bluegrass, maybe I would have picked up my own banjo eventually, but I’m certain I needed a catalyst to that leap.
Even though I haven’t done a ton with the instrument over the years, those moments I’ve had with the instrument can be attributed to that one night.