Rt. 66: Detours and Diversions
It’s a tough world most days, and our fellows seem always to be scuffling like piglets on a sow for position. When much of your life has that sort of ‘Jody the pig’ look, just head for the land of the Brotherhood of Porcine Husbandry out on Root 66. It’s where the peasants hide their pigs.
Along this highway, local wallowing holes offer hair of the hog and cool refreshing draughts from Circe’s Cup. The cyber cafes use the latest pig Latin encryption for your email security. And on any street corner you could be serenaded by a tune from a sow–gelder playing on his flagellet. And stay attentive… You might even see some of the walrus’s flying pigs out here.