Pigspittle, Ohio?  For starters, it isn’t where I expected to be in the middle years of life.  Pigspittle, nicknamed such by a dear friend who moved here after my husband and I arrived, is a rural, largely evangelical (not that there is anything wrong with that) town surrounded by corn and soybean fields, light industrial complexes, llama and goat farms, and not much else.  We moved here from Columbus when I was hired by the liberal arts college five miles outside of Pigspittle.  I was unemployed at the time and probably would have moved to Mars if the right job popped up.

This gigantic cross with the cartoon hand splayed and nailed to it greets drivers headed into downtown Pigspittle.  It says more about the community than I possibly could.  I try to keep an open mind.  Blogging helps.  Not every post is about Pigspittle, but each is influenced, in some small way, by living among my fellow Pigspittleans, many of whom I have grown to love deeply, in spite of my liberal self.