“Rooting”, if you will,  around a dresser drawer the other night, I came across photo’s of a strapping young thing…and some kid.

It was Junior year in high school and Grover here was my “project” for FFA. That’s Future Farmers of America.

I never did become the farmer but received quite an education. Those were indeed the days. Getting up early to feed and exercise Grover. Heading back out after dinner, again to feed and exercise. We placed 4^th in the show at the fair. Good enough for some respect but just missing out on the big auction where all the big wigs get liquored up and bid on these animals, putting some pretty big cash in the pockets of us kids.

Alas, Grover was a good pig, just not a great pig.

Mom’s boss ended up buying him and then giving Grover back to me.

I’m often asked what fate became of Grover. He was raised a Market Barrow,  a male pig relieved of his maleness at an early age so as to put on weight and muscle, eventually ending up as table fare.

Like I said, Grover was a Good Pig !

David Henderson

"If everyone is thinking alike….then someone isn’t thinking"