The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. The same can be said of hogs and small towns.

Autumn — that fleeting glory that soon yields to six months of suffering not dissimilar to life in a Siberian prison camp — is a good time to take stock of the seeds sown and how those have grown into harvests.

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