When I was a boy I could be playing tag with my cousins, skipping rocks with my buddy Jeff Sanford, or walking through Dahlonega during Gold Rush Days, but if I heard a banjo I stopped what I was doing and listened. I don’t know what it is about a banjo. It’s mesmerizing. I’ve seen old men in bib overalls stand for hours, patting their foot with a quiet grin on their face as they listened to a good banjo picker. Earl Scruggs, with his three-finger picking style, captivated hillbillies from Virginia to Alabama and beyond. He passed away March 28, 2012, but not before inspiring millions and making a mark that will never be forgotten.