๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ ๐๐จ๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ : ๐ ๐๐๐ฎ๐ง๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ก ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ง ๐๐ง๐ง๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง
This morning, I brewed my coffee a bit stronger than usual, and the caffeine kick just hit.
As I sipped, I read a message from a friend about next weekโs World Pork Expo by National Pork Producers Council . What caught my attention wasnโt a pitch about his companyโs latest innovations. It was something better. He opened with nostalgia, calling it the annual Pork Family Reunion in Des Moines.
He talked about seeing familiar faces, meeting new ones, rekindling connections that had faded over the past year, and simply celebrating the people who make our industry a little more human.
Sure, he wrapped it up with an invitation to talk research and products. But the heart of the message was simple: ๐๐ต๐ฐ๐ฑ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ตโ๐ด ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ค๐ต.
I attended my first World Pork Expo in 1994 with fellow grad students. A lot has changed in the hog industry since then. Ownership structure, technology, genetics, barns, and feed ingredients have all evolved. But one thing remains the same: the value of friendships built in this business and the annual tradition of renewing them in Des Moines.
Sometimes the most important innovations we bring home are not the ones on display. They are the relationships we recharge.