A banana report is music to John's ears! As the prices are quoted, John hears soft music in his head...... Come mister tallyman, tally me bananas.... as his mind drifts off to his love affair with his banana.

Years ago John shared with me that when he died and went to the Great Walmart in the sky, he wanted to be cream-mated wearing only his finest Fruit-of-the-Looms, placed in a banana box and buried in a banana grove overlooking a Walmart. On his marker, he wanted only, "I came. I saw. & I Priced." To me it was a most touching request.