Friends and Flying Pigs

One of the things I love about my friend Kitty is her eye for detail. When we travel together, her photos are filled with details – a cat sunning in a rustic doorway, a child with a dripping cone – that I didn’t even see. Because of her, I’m building a nice collection of flying pigs.

Flying pigs, or “Pigasus” as we call them, is a symbol that supporters of the James Randi Educational Foundation (JREF) have adopted. A few years ago, Kitty and I were wandering around a lovely garden center near me, and I mentioned that I was looking for some Pigasus statues or ornaments. “Nothing plastic, maybe ones that look more hand-crafted” I explained.

“Like that?” asked Kitty, pointing at the ground.

There are our feet was a small pig, complete with a turn-up snout and wings, on the ground nestled between two schefflera.  It was heavy cast iron, and perfect.

A full year later, on another visit, Kitty and I were driving through a funky part of town in search of the perfect sushi restaurant, when I mentioned how much I enjoyed my little pig, and what a fun memory I had about how she discovered it.

“Keep looking, you have a good eye for things.”

“Like that?” she asked, pointing to the side of the road.

We were passing an antique store, one that I had passed dozens of times. The store frequently had a line of brightly colored sculptures lined up on the sidewalk, fwhere pink flamingo yard art must be born. I had never noticed the row of flying pigs.

Southern Yard Art

There you go. I now had two Pigasus in my collection.

Some months later, Kitty and I were embarking on a cruise with a group of skeptical friends,  coordinated by our friend Jeff. The evening before we sailed, he had put together an optional visit to a Fort Lauderdale restaurant called Mai-Kai, a silly place where we ate pseudo-Polynesian food, watched fire dancing and girls wearing coconut shells, and indulged (too much) in flaming drinks. Going to places like that with 20-30 of your closest friends can be a lot of fun. Over dessert I was telling my table mates about Kitty’s great sleuthing ability, and how she had been able to find the flying pigs every time we were together. A few minutes later, she walked by my table and said:

“There is a flying pig in the gift shop.”

And indeed there was.

There are other occasions. Kitty has made a knitted pig, and a framed Scherenschnitte Pigasus using copies of an article about James Randi as the background. She’s a gifted artist and craftsman, and my go-to expert for all things related to art, crafts, color, and design, and a fantastic travel companion.

PIGASUS!



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8 replies

  1. So good to have friends like you both – some with eyes for special things, and all who appreciate them! Love you and Kitty!

  2. What I like about my friend Kitty is that when I talk with her, I come away feeling better than I did before. She is an all-around good guy.

    So to speak.

    • Funny where flying pigs can lead us; they led me here to your post. I think your post is really about love and friendship and the way two people can compliment one another and bring out the best in each other. I am glad to see you have a yin to your yang! Reminds me to cherish my friends and be grateful for all they bring to me, flying pigs and all! Thank you both.

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