Apropos of nothing more than a flip of the monthly calendar recalls the following from long ago:
-One evening in October - when I was far from sober - and lugging home a load with manly pride - my feet began to stutter so I sat down in the gutter and a pig came up and sat down by my side. I remarked that it's fair weather when good fellows get together - til a lady passing by was heard to say "You can tell a man who boozes by the playmates that he chooses"- and the pig got up and slowly walked away.
I was never clear whether this was animal cruelty or a vote for abstinence - or none of the above.
tjs
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