With all the recent silliness about porcine cosmetics in the presidential campaign, I thought it might be timely to republish a post of mine from 2006, which itself was a reminiscence of an occasion in 1996.
Ten years ago, I was the brewer for the Manayunk Brewing Company, a brewpub in Philadelphia, PA.
Harry, the owner, would often vacation in the islands.
During one of his trips, he was drinking at a bar that had penned a pig on its premises. The employees would feed the pig unopened cans of beer. The pig would break open the cans and slop up the beer.
Returning to Manayunk, Harry announced that Philly itself should experience the joy of such a thing.
We protested, pointing out that there might be legal and community hurdles to mount.
Harry paused ... but only for a moment. "I can take care of the politicians," he said. "And if any of those animal-loving PETA do-gooders protest, we'll just slaughter the pig and have a barbecue!"
We prevailed, and Harry moved onto other things.