Magnetic forces induce mayhem in Mad Town
Pig tales from our roving correspondent

MADISON, Wis. – The First Annual Squirrel Convention and 3-D Film Festival was held in Madison recently. The event was disrupted when a group of squir- rels from Oshkosh, Wis. began climbing on the screens. Two squirrels were blinded from wearing 3-D glasses for the en- tire 16 hours, and one death occurred when an elderly squir- rel suffered a heart attack after he seemed to be screeching, “No, no you can’t have my Nut Clus- ters.”

An official with the Univer- sity of Wisconsin-Madison hy- pothesized that this phenomenon was due to a transference of magnetic forces that are known to specifically emanate from the world famous P.I.G. Shrine in Menomonie, Wis. It is well known by many, that squirrels in the neighborhood of the P.I.G. House will almost come up to you and eat right out of your hand. When Paul Soglin, Mayor of Madison, was asked to comment, he replied, “I don’t know, now get the hell out of my bathroom.”

Other highlights of the conven- tion  included  the christening  of


the new “Pig Flyer II” [bicycle] with a bottle of “Birkie Beer” from the newly remodeled Hans and Frans Brewery and a march to the State Capitol for a vigil protesting the ban of lawn fur- niture in Menomonie, Wis.

Recently, (even more re- cently than the Madison conven- tion), Fred, a professional pan- handler, drunkard and occasional fortune teller confessed to me, when I visited his box, that Sal- vador Dali was planning on visiting the P.I.G. House and Shrine for the Fifth Annual Dan McAleese Festival, Feb. 2 to 3. When I asked Fred why Salvador Dali would want to visit the P.I.G. House he replied that the Shrine was emitting positive vib- rations and that the House has a certain flow to it. Fred could not tell me where Bufa was.

Less recently, a Madison newspaper, The Onion reported on a problem in Madison that has also plagued the University of Wisconsin-Stout community for many years – “Fashion Merchie Babble.”

The Onion operative suggest- ed that a Jinx Law be proposed. This law is based on the popular


child’s game. The basic rule is that if two or more people say the same thing at the same time and the word “jinx” is uttered within earshot of those speaking, they must be silent until they are unjinxed.

Penalties for cheaters include: first offense – a triple jinx, where the offender is unable to speak until their name is repeated three times in a row by three different people; second offense – a pinch to the back of the arm and a twenty-four hour silence period; third offense – an officer of the law must be present to adminis- ter an Indian burn to the right arm of the offender.

If one continues to be a cheat- er, they will be condemned to die. First, their right foot is burned off with a red hot iron. Then, flesh is torn from the bones using a Vice-Grips in six places, the heart is torn from the bosom and flung in the offenders face, and finally the head is re- moved. It’s a dirty job but it must be done.

It was recently rumored on Wall Street that Donald Trump was trying to scrape up enough cash to buy the P.I.G. House. Lately he has been seen frequent-


ly playing the slot machines at his casinos in Atlantic City hoping he will get lucky.

A totally unrelated item – In keeping with the new “pump” basketball shoes, Nike has just announced the new line of “pump” sweat pants. Privately they are called “do you have something in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me” pants. Yes, now you can look as “big” as any basketball star. Find them at your local adult bookstore.

Who really is the “Tequila Fairy?”

For the Fifth Annual Dan McAleese Festival, the fellows at The Moose Lodge will attempt to break the old “people spel- ling” record set in April of 1985. They plan to break the record by spelling out “Welcome back to Menomonie, Dan McAleese (em, see – ay, el – double ee – es, ee)!” using only Moose Lodge mem- bers and members of the immed- iate McAleese family.

In order to control the 150 or so people expected to attend the festival, the Menomonie Police Department has called upon the U.S. Army to fight back the crowds just in case the revellers decide to march to  I-94.  Several


Correspondent Keith Okan

troops are being called back from Operation Desert Storm to help ensure that I-94 stays open and safe for civilian as well as mil- itary traffic.

In a recent P.I.G. House sur- vey, people were asked what they thought of the way the Menomonie Police Department handled the last march to I-94. Here are their responses:

12% “Don’t have a cow, man!”

21% “Who ya gonna call?”

25% “Damn college students. They shouldn’t be here any- way.”

42% “I don’t know about any march, now get the hell out of my bathroom!”


Man who led way to P.I.G. House serves in Persian Gulf
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Word travelled fast, and that March I attended another party at the Marquette P.I.G. House. The members had heard favorable reports about our small group in Menomonie. They also mentioned that they had been told of another P.I.G. House somewhere in Iowa. They said they would like to try to get members of the three houses together for a party. As far as I know, this never happened, although I did like the idea. Again, I was impressed with the friendship projected by the Milwaukee members and the warmth with which they welcomed us in as members.

A lot has happened since then. The Menomonie P.I.G. House has fortunately come under the ownership of Rick Johnson, and it is currently undergoing an extensive renovation program. The chapter has extended its scope from offering a temporary dwelling place and center for weekend socialization, to one of community activism, environmental concern and political awareness. The chapter has come to serve as a bonding organization that has kept quite a few people in touch over the years. Lines of communication are kept open between what I would estimate to be an extended family of no less than 100 people. I personally would have lost contact with several friends were it not for this mission the House serves.

In May of 1986, Henry McClurg was commissioned into the United States Marine Corps.


His squadron was one of the first groups sent to Saudi Arabia after the invasion of Kuwait.

I spoke with him on the telephone in December and he talked about doing the Ice Age 50 Mile Run with Greg Steinacker and myself in May. I knew at the time, there was no way he’d be back home by May, but I really admired his optimism.

Since arriving in Saudi Arabia, Henry has been promoted to the rank of Captain, and I want to let him know how much we wish he was back home. This September I plan to enter “Team McClurg” into the Edmund Fitzgerald 100K race. This 62 mile relay team will consist of Henry, myself, my sisters Kate and Kerry, my wife Lisa, and Henry’s fiancé Holly.

I don’t think Henry knows quite what he caused by taking Keith and I to a party one Saturday night, seven years ago. I believe to a certain degree, he is responsible for part of the large social structure of friends that were formed around the Menomonie P.I.G. House. Many of those people were originally drawn in to it out of curiosity surrounding the large letters, P-I-G, above the door.

Perhaps everyone reading this article, who met a friend through the P.I.G. House, or had fun at one of the parties, or enjoyed shopping at Mr. Al’s could take a few moments to think about Henry, all the friends of the House and all our Saudi friends that are over there. I know they’d appreciate it.

McAleese Squirrel Shrine Now Open

Having lived at the Center of the Universe for one year, Dan McAleese has had the opportunity to feel a unique closeness to nature.

One of the many profound experiences Dan almost had that year was to practically feed wild squirrels hand-to-mouth. Such an experience can change a man’s life. Until one gets to within striking distance of a squirrel, it is difficult to appreciate the true majesty of this seemingly insignificant animal.

This shrine is thus dedicated to the often overlooked of this world. Lest we take anything for granted, ever again.

Visit the McAleese

Family Squirrel Shrine

719 S. Harvard Avenue

Addison, IL 60101

Please call ahead for reservations: (708) 941-8143


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