Shopping At The Pig — A Uniquely Southern Experience

There’s only one Piggly Wiggly

Valerie MacEwan :: The Dead Mule
5 min readDec 10, 2017
www.pigglywiggly.com photo credit

Southerners love to talk. Every action and reaction becomes a narrative. This is the basis for Southern writing. Remembering every detail of an insignificant event, and relating it to anyone who will listen — — stranger, family member, hunting dog, lawn chair — — just keep on talking and somebody or something will nod in agreement.

Like last week. I stopped in at the Pig (also known as the Piggly Wiggly grocery store), the one next to the closed-down K-Mart on Fifteenth Street. My neighbor, Retha, told me the Pig had home-grown yellow squash and really good cantaloupes. Besides, I needed to pick up a box of wine for my 85 year old mom. As I was smelling the melons, I noticed a friend I hadn’t seen in years, sorting through the Vidalia onions.

Darlene Woolard. I knew her from the assembly line at Stanadyne when I did statistical process control there, years ago. Stanadyne’s a dingy, turn of the century (19th century, I mean) type of manufacturing plant. Dark, dismal, filthy, loud, smelly, dangerous… pick some more words to describe awful. Add calendars with cheesecake half-naked photos of women sprawled across the hoods of Camaros and Trans Ams and you get a general idea of the working conditions. There will never be a #metoo campaign here.

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Valerie MacEwan :: The Dead Mule
Valerie MacEwan :: The Dead Mule

Written by Valerie MacEwan :: The Dead Mule

The Dead Mule @deadmule writer, thinker, advocate for an ethical society, publisher www.deadmule.com online for 28 years.

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