…my calendar pigs…
Pretty sure that’s how the Neil Sedaka song went. I found these calendars in my bin ‘o stuff.
A 1978 Famous Pigs calendar; 1981 Pin-up Calendar of Pigs; 1982 Whole Hog Calendar
Now that pin-up calendar… Isn’t there something a little disturbing about pin-ups from Dean Sausage Company? Admiring your meal? We used to have a favorite restaurant in the suburbs, now closed, where the steak was excellent and you looked out big picture windows to where cattle grazed the pastures. I recognized the irony. It was where I once watched Lyle Lovett across the dining room, and I’m not sure how that’s related, but somehow it is.
Some of those calendars provide insight into what I was doing during those years. But the one I’m for sure saving is this one:
Though only to cut the drawings out to color later, ’cause they’re sweet.
P.S. Y’all see that I’m regulating my blood pressure and stress level by not discussing politics, right?