Kill'en, Butcher'en and BBQ'uen Pig Event
Don't bother stopping by. That is what the recent "word by way of mouth" is. Yep, it has finally come to this. Or has it? The idea that you would need an invitation to stop on by and have some smoked pig is shocking. To think that this small family event with a sprinkling of neighbors, along with courtesy visits by patrolmen, and volunteer firemen. Could grow to where the welcome mat is worn out by leather and rubber soles. Dainty pumps as well as tennis sneakers and work boots crossed that tattered mat.
No longer will the entrance be protected from the soot, mud and Suffolk County jumping club's horse manure. It will now be adorned by a Rubber Maid industrial floor mat. No doubt meant to stand up to the increased foot traffic that would now enter the bar area. Where some were requesting a Kentucky Derby favorite this year. A mint julip. The symbolic drink of the anti-bellum south. For others, a cold one would do quite nicely. Anticipating what was to be washed down with that bottle of brew. The famous " smoked pig " tended to for hours with tender loving turns of the spit. Of which there has been an improvement in it's movement. Courtesy of the black smith that works at the jumping club horse barn. As well as the couple of hundred that made the spit work just the way it should/
I recently had a conversation with my good God son, Lenny. I said, "Lenny is it true." Len," I hear tell that the Memorial Day bash that you have now been known to be associated with, is by invite only?" His retort was a series of "a humm a na a hummeners". Umm, I thought to myself, " a lawyer at a loss for words". Not very common. Actually the man was flabbergasted that a latrine rumor of that nature could spread and even be considered as applicable. True to his craft, he never answered, yes or no. The operative word of course is, " applicable". But I will give him the benefit of the doubt. After all, blood is thicker than water.
So it seems to me that the report in the bi-weekly down here in Paradise. Got it wrong. Just malicious gossip. I guess every one is welcome. Thank goodness. I have a balloon filled with leaflets to spread the word. Along with a good old fly-by banner, pulled along by a slow moving aircraft. The thought that it was getting out of control. Requiring the placing of a limit. On the number that could attend. It turned out to be a ludicrous perception, that could have put cold water on the entire, long awaited event.
It was really beyond the expectations of anyone that had first attended past pig eating events at Lenny and Kim's house. How word of it has proliferated the pages of the social media. From Timbucktu to Ubucktin, there is some one person that when asked, thinks they have heard of what takes place on Long Island every Memorial Day. A banner raised to modern technology should remain flying for all time. From the top of a stanchion or building or highest flag pole. It should wave in the wind of change and progress.
This year will bring forth the adventure in every one. That is what I have been told. I along with many others are marking off each passing day on their planner app. It is almost here so hang tight and hold on to your big cowboy belt buckel. Get ready for that line dance that forms at the left and goes by the BBQ pig, chicken and anything else you can put on a bun and smother with BBQ sauce.