It's been very quiet here lately so I think it's time for a story.
Years ago after I got out of the army I needed a job. I found one with a farm-ranch supply company. Everything from seeds to tools to tractors.
One day I was driving the back roads through the rural farm and ranch areas of Kansas. As I passed one farm house I noticed a 3 legged pig in the front yard. Odd, I thought and drove on. I kept thinking about that 3 legged pig. I had to go back and ask about the 3 legged pig.
I knocked on the door and was greeted by a well weathered 'ol geezer.
I started to ask "Can you tell about the pig?"
'Ol geezer says.."Why you askn' bout the pig? That's a fine pig. Don't you say nothin' bad bout the pig. That's a good pig."
Me..."I'm curious about why your pig has only...."
'Ol geezer cuts me off. "That's a fine pig. Don't be saying nothin' bad bout the pig. One day I was plowin' out in the back 40 when the tractor flipped over and pinned me underneath. The pig heard me hollerin' and came arunnin'. She dug and rooted around til I was free. Saved my life that pig did. Don't you say nothin' bad bout that pig."
Me..."I just want to know why the pig has only 3..."
'Old geezer.."One night me and the wife were in bed sound asleep. Some how a fire started. That pig came rushin' and woke us up before the fire got us. Saved our lives that pig did. Don't you say nothin' bad bout that pig. Fine pig it is."
Me..."Can you just tell me why the pig only has 3 legs?"
'Old geezer..."Hey, a fine pig like that ya don't eat all at one time."

LOL Bob.   I've sure missed you.  Went through St. George, a few months ago, but didn't know where you lived or have your phone number.   Pretty town, BTW

Linda