Folks who may have spent too much time in the environs of hog farms perhaps came by the odor honestly, simply a result of growing up years. Others of us may “smell of swine” by virtue of being frequent beneficiaries of “blind hog luck.” I admit having a foot in each camp, having spent time visiting rural friends who tended hogs, but far more often, experiences of repeated good fortune generally have been results of “blind hog luck.” We used to hope for assignment of telephone numbers and license plates that could easily be committed to memory. Sometimes we lucked out, but as ...