GRAND RAPIDS — This isn’t your father’s Spam.
No, it’s not the gelatinous, sodium-saturated World War II canned meat product that gained cult-like status in 1970 when Monty Python’s Flying Circus glorified its virtues in their Green Midget Café. That Spam was celebrated, usually with eggs, toast and juice, and not regulated like today’s sometimes-tasteless bulk e-mail version.