When Pigs Fly

The Pig has flown the coop! A sad day and the end of an era. Many years ago we first stopped at the GA Pig, an old shack BBQ joint, run by two old southern women. Over the years it has changed hands, but still stayed, pretty much and old shack, serving, real wood smokes, pit BBQ. Always chopped, never pulled. Was a sad moment as I pulled into the parking lot and realized it was, lifeless and empty. The only hint of what was once there was the last remaining sign, on the side of the building. It will take me a little time to fully digest this final visit to a landmark, along the highway of my life.