Callers hog mayor's time

For the sows of Aurora, it's still the Year of the Pig.
If the first questions in the New Year are any indication of what's to come, Aurora Mayor Phyllis Morris is in for a heck of a ride in 2008.
When the phone rings at the mayor's house, it's worth answering.
At 8:30 a.m. Jan. 1, the mayor and her husband, Brian, were all snuggled in bed when Patrician Pemberton of Jasper Drive called to report a pig was sitting in her back yard.
The mayor and her constituent agreed: if it looks like a pig and snorts like a pig, it is a pig.
Our mayor jumped from her bed and called the town's public works department and gave the order: climb from the snow plows and sanders and go catch a pig.
When the public works guys got to Mrs. Pemberton's house,  the pig was gone, but the public works crew did see little pig tracks running off the property and into the far reaches of the town.
The mayor only had 24 hours to wonder why the pig left town.
At 8:30 a.m. the next day, the mayor and her husband were, again, all snuggled in bed when a woman called to complain that when an Aurora variety store sells condoms, the clerk asks for ID.
So, in addition to doing regular mayor stuff, Mrs. Morris is pig hunting and checking the law books to see what dos and don'ts are linked to condoms.