But usually, they're not. I mean to write about pigs, so I should stick to it. It's been fun, everybody. More than 400 specimens sprouted from the walkways of the Queen City from the airport to the Square, and there are at least that many hobbyists, crusaders, and lunatics who attempted to photograph each and every single damn one because they want their grandkids to yank in a bundle some day via Antiques Roadshow . But I wish it were me.
American manners are so admirable.
That was a real encounter. I should know, because I saw them getting cozy on the sidewalk after a homecoming party at Chabot's house. Clopplehoofe nodded, sadly and knowingly . . . Some of the pigs of The Big Gig represented shameless corporate crapaganda, some were boring, some predictable, some surprising, some whimsically delightful creations of grade-school kids. And quite a few were Works of Art.