I must be sick. Despite foul weather I am unable to summon up the bile, scorn, and hatred necessary for socially useful blogging. It is a serious case, friends; if I had a copy of The Sound of Music I would watch it.
Hence this morning's link, to a genuine feel-good story about some diligent kids unafraid of actual work, not panicked at the thought of getting their hands dirty as they prepare for a life's working putting bacon next to our over-easies.
One of the nice things is that any nose rings present would be on the hogs. Another is the illustration that bacon can be beautiful even when still in its oinking and grunting stage.