Last Tuesday evening, my granddaughter, Sabria, got out her little guitar and tried to play a tune. Ten minutes later she was in the kitchen, where I was cooking dinner. “I’m terrible at the guitar,” she said, “I’m going to see if Papa will let me play his banjo.” Garey’s banjo belonged to his grandfather Hughes, and is more of an heirloom than a playable banjo, but Garey gets it out from time to time to try his hand at