We had a three-acre piece of land that a generous farmer gave us for a song. Q: You say in the book that you grew up literally in the middle of a cornfield in Minooka.Ī: Yes. When I'm sitting in traffic on the Los Angeles Freeway, it's easy to idealize my days in my grandfather's barnyard. But it's true that the more urban and cosmopolitan my life gets, the more I long for the quietude and bucolic smells of northern central Illinois - the soybean field, the corn crib, the pig barn. A couple of them we would save out for the butcher, and come home with a cooler full of meat. Fortunately we never slaughtered our own we took the pigs to market every year. Do you miss that?Ī: I don't particularly miss the uglier parts of raising hogs. Q: Another thing we have in common is that we grew up on farms on which pigs, among other things, were raised.
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