Yesterday being a rather hectic day — I’m guessing there’s a reason hardly anybody ever writes songs about Wednesdays — I didn’t actually get around to reading yesterday’s Business section until dinnertime, and I nearly choked on my pork chop when I saw the size of this new joint venture. Hell, I spend at least that much every three or four months on J. C. Potter sausage, often in the presumably highly-profitable prefab-biscuit format. (Potter, as you know, packs the flavor.) Of course, it’s a typo: $15 million, not a measly $15, is going into the Potter/Williams joint venture. Now I don’t think I could eat that much sausage; and if I could, I’m thinking I should probably try to diversify into hot dogs and go professional.