Author: Shari

Browner Pastures & Best of Luck to Bob Combs

Shari

Ten years ago, right around this time, I wandered onto a pig farm in North Las Vegas to meet a guy named Bob Combs. As always, I didn’t know the precise nature of what awaited me, which is partly why the ensuing 12 hours were among the most delightfully disgusting and unforgettable I’ve ever experienced. So when I learned that Bob and Janet were pulling up stakes, I must confess I was overcome with a sudden sentimentality for swine. I’ll never forget that massive cooker in Bob’s backyard – a towering, Rube Goldbergian contrivance cobbled together with random parts from Read More

Fridays With Freddy: Her name is Ida

Shari

Her name is Ida, and she’s a handful. Normally, I’m partial to girls my own size, and historically, I’ve found myself attracted only to females I can outrun. But I do believe I’ll make an exception with this tall and most beguiling drink of water. True, Ida’s familiar in a way I’d normally find off-putting. On our first date, she didn’t hesitate to take my spot on the sofa. Then she just stared at me till my stomach felt funny. So I opened a bottle of bubbly, and poured her a generous snort. Now, we’re just staring at each other Read More