We will have ice today.  Glenn went to The Pig to participate in the bread and milk ritual just to experience a true southern impulse.

1-the pig

He came away from it just as “other” as ever.  There was a knot of people around the bread section, which shares a wall with the restaurant, with the entry just beside.


There was a gaping hole in the bread inventory.  No white.  People were milling around, checking, rechecking, making sure.  Not sure what to do about this discovery, they hovered.  A cook came through the door of the restaurant to get more white bread for the customers.  She went back to the kitchen with nothing.

Glenn plucked a loaf of Martian bread, commenting to the crowd that it was healthier anyway, and left the group still trying to make a dollar out of 99 cents.



This is the center of our community, if you do not count the solid waste collection site.  In both places, you will run into neighbors and exchange information.  Outsiders stick out like a sore thumb, and that’s why I love to take friends to the Pig after the Saturday morning flea market.  City people have no idea there are even places like this anymore.

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Having been here so long, they are used to me;  they call me the “art lady”.  One Saturday the old retired guy who runs the solid waste site pulled out a framed print to show me.  It was a small version of a Van Gogh painting, printed on evenly textured board.  “Look at this”, he said.  Turned it over, and in pencil was written “Van Gogh”.  In pencil, that was the big fact for him.  “I have been offered 5,000 dollars for this”.  “Take it”, I said.  “And run”.

I could not make him believe that it was not real.  My reputation as an “art lady” fell several notches in his valuation.  “But ‘Van Gogh’ is written in PENCIL!”

Now when I see him, if not at the solid waste site, at the flea market, he is polite, but doesn’t speak.  Would like to know the end of that story.

The Pig houses the only restaurant for miles around here.  That is if you don’t count the Chinese carry-out, whose motto is: “Chicken is chicken but the wing is the thing!”  I don’t count it because you cannot sit down there.

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This morning the restaurant in the Pig was jumping.  We had to wait a long time for our food, so did everybody, but no one minded.  It was cold outside, down to 33 degrees.  All the local hunters were there talking about the one shot they got at a deer this morning.  And all those other shots in the past which killed nothing.


The waitresses have traded in their “I’m big on the Pig” t-shirts for new ones with pink ribbons that say “I dig the Pig”.  Big change.


Remember these hand painted advertisements from the your childhood?  They are still here, done with grace and competence.  On newsprint.  I wonder where in the world they get these done.

Only found two other examples from the web, and they are old considering the prices they advertise.  Look at the different styles.

another hand painted grocery sign

third handpainted grocery sign

This one is not from around here, for sure!  Organic?  Snow?