Chris came back from Alabama, not with a banjo on his knee, but with a case of Duke's---the real Southern taste in mayo---but hardly ever called by that name.
Man, this stuff is Pure-Dee MANNAZE. It makes wonderful potato salad and slaw, super remoulade and tartar sauce, and Chris' favorite: Pink Sauce---his name for a mayo, ketchup, super-sweet-pickle juice concoction which he likes as salad dressing, and as a dipping sauce for fried or grilled fish, and for things like burritos and fajitas. I know. I KNOW.
That's all I asked for---return safely and bring a case of Duke's.
And the banjo part---even better than the song:
His Dad's favorite closest-thing-to-a-Dobro guitar---a big ole square-neck with a wonderful tone, and the most used of all his string instruments. It's been constantly twanging since Chris walked into the house, and he's not the only one who enjoys it.
The looks on their faces are the best part.