Day 11: Eating High on the Hog
I grew up in a manufacturing town, about 80 miles outside of Chicago, where many of my friends’ parents worked along some sort of production line where they made small machine parts or bolts or screws. It was a prideful town for that reason, where, if you worked really hard, you could make … Continue reading Day 11: Eating High on the Hog
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