Shoat, I'll squeal--don't go off yer hogshead! Rooting through my memory trough, I sow I've come up with 3 souse-ifactory answers: 1.) I visited my Uncle Bennett's farm in Tennessee a whole lot; 2.) every weekday morning for most of my childhood, the radio station my parents listened to would broadcast the report from the Bourbon Stock Yards as we ate breakfast; and 3.) Arkansas. Clear as mud?