I have been a fan of the Pig Roast since I joined the bar. And last spring, on an otherwise quiet afternoon, I was summoned to Connie Pruitt's office for the first time in my life, and asked if I would be the chairperson of it. Of course, I agreed. And having since been in this pivotal center of influence, I have heard some pretty cool stories. Here is just one.

Long ago, in the annals of Pig Roast history, there was a lawyer who thought he was pretty good at making barbeque. He spent his summers training and practicing, cooking for friends, and visiting a retreat in the woods where he would barbeque with an elite group of other passionists. He came and he barbequed at the first pig roast. That's right, the first ever. And though this lawyer is now celebrated for his defense of the common man, his identity has been lost to history, except for a handful of those who know it well.

The lore is thick and rich and is added to every year. Someday we will be the ones who recall how bar association presidents once sat in dunk booths for charity. In the spirit of keeping this great tradition alive, we are always looking for new blood, so don't be surprised if you get a tap on the shoulder or gentle request for support. We would love to have you.