The misadventures of Sunshine, a community pig on the lam
Illustration by Sam Island
Gregory Brown was a number of hours into his change at a golfing program in southwest Atlanta, much less than five miles from downtown, when something strange puttered down the road, just exterior the chain-hyperlink fence: a 150-pound, black-and-white pot-bellied pig. “We have deer and possums and even raccoons,” states the greenskeeper. “Never pigs.” Not below, in any case.
It was not complicated to coax her within the gate and away from passing automobiles, he says. “Everywhere I went, the pig was guiding me. I was in a cart, and she was adhering to me around.” At one particular point, players paused to take in the sight of a pig on the fairway near gap three, wherever she wandered a bit right before settling in for a nap. (“They ended up thrilled to see her.”) In truth, the pig was not a full stranger: Brown had