Call the Hogs Home

I was in a meeting at the local chamber office yesterday, in the back meeting room. Terry Cole from Renaissance Restoration stopped by to update me on the status of the Old Stone House. We were having a lovely chat, when suddenly and loudly we hear

SUEEEEEEEEEEEEE ---EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! SUE IE SUE IE SUE IE. Here piggy piggy piggy. Come on home little piggy. SUEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE SUE IE SUE IE SUE IE.

Wtf? Terry looks at me and says "sounds like someone is calling the hogs home." And then Terry continues in his conversation with me - while we listen to a young man calling home the hogs.

It stopped after about five minutes. Our meeting took another twenty.

I was dying to get up and go find out what was going on! I ushered Terry out - and found my coworker. Uriah is a volunteer from the high school at the Chamber Office. Smart kid, going to law school for college, really on top of his game. He had gone into the Executive Director's office to work on some computer software.

When he first went in he said "Oh man, I gotta listen to that radio station?" It was the local station, KLMJ. They play country and talk a lot. Death notices, car accidents, sales downtown - you know, all the news we want to hear! They were running a contest. If you called in to the station and called the hogs home, you would win a ham. Uriah heard it, dialed and THEY ANSWERED! He spent five minutes on the phone calling the hogs home as loud as his voice would carry. The radio announcer urged him on with "they are almost home! keep yelling! the louder you yell, the sooner they come home!". Uriah won a ham.

Only in Iowa.

The lessons: never assume anything, get involved, yell your heart out.

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