Strangely enough, this wide-bodied, heavy-set, metal-riveted, mobile pig that rolls through Seattle’s streets and sells pork sandwiches has, in a way, special meaning for me.
I am a descendent of a family that once had the surname that is pronounced “zhu” in Mandarin. And “zhu” – depending on the tone and context – also means pig.
So, nearly a century after my mom’s dad left China for the United States, our family name is not only synonymous with the animal itself but also with a motorized, heavy metal pig coach that makes people stop, smile and take out their cameras.
Man: I love this country.