Faulkner

I was sitting down to dinner with my favorite southerner in all of the northeast, and was about to dig in, when he called a halt: “Let us say grace.” Pulling out a copy of Faulkner’s Absalom, Absalom, he proceeded to read a passage out loud. To which my corrupt and secular little heart can (for once!) say only: Amen.

Yes, that’s a bbq pulled pork sandwich. If you google “definition of southern heritage,” this picture should come up.