Looking Ahead to 2020

My family has a rather unique Black Friday tradition. We wake up, in homes all over eastern Washington, and we bundle up in layers and climb into our cars several hours before dawn. We scrape ice off windshields, we load blankets, sweatshirts, pillows into the trunks of our cars. Probably most of us stop by McDonald’s for breakfast on our way out of town. And then, accompanied by the faintest sliver of light in the east: we head for the family homestead near Colton, in order to process several hundred pounds of pork in to “Grandpa Becker sausage”. Many of you have similar traditions—you may call it sausage, you may call it “wurst”, or you may call it something else—but the act of processing an animal into a freezer full of delicious sausage is something that is more common in our region than I ever realized.