Arkansas Razorbacks

Woooooooo. Pig. Sooie! Students at the University of Arkansas will perform the Razorback hog call for random strangers, in a dorm hallway, at 1 p.m. The call is not a timid whisper, hoping piglets will come running; it's a three-part crescendo of sound, complete with hand motions, designed to motivate wild razorbacks to defend their turf. Big Guy, Birdie and I were impressed that two guys could make so much noise, with so much enthusiasm, without even one door on the hall cracking open. Everyone else may have been in class or asleep. Or random Razorback Calls aren't that unusual. In Birdie's search for a college, the spectacular hog call nudges Arkansas a bit higher on my list. Not that I'm the one attending college as Birdie likes to remind. Another point in the Razorback school's favor: It wants Birdie. We spent a lot of time on campus meeting with faculty and touring facilities. Even Birdie's near nod-off in a warm office midway through the conversation didn't deter anyone's enthusiasm for making her feel welcome. Should Birdie choose Arkansas, I'm confident she'll figure how to pick classes around her napping schedule. Better yet, she will learn to call hogs and I will get a Razorback Mama t-shirt.