Benjanim Andretti Bañares son, you was gon be unlike ye dad. yews gon grow up'n make a stand. ye's gon take pride in yaw name'n not yaw thing. yawn't wallow in'em crushings o ya'll beatin's o ya'll years'n the hood. yaw set 'em sails, set 'em gallops, spearheadin yaw'll flock. yaws dad here, Bab. yaws waitin', now prayin', anticipatin, separatin' til ma last breath o dying. mustard to the world, son.March 29, 2006 in jerkHerc