I love going to the Farm. You just never know what you're going to find these days. If it's not a snake on the back porch, it's likely to be just about anything, which brings us to Friday night. A certain someone would not stop to let me investigate a ginormous smoker in the parking lot of the Church of Christ on Willow, where we turn. It was belching smoke and a man was standing there in the flood lit parking lot keeping that smoker company. I have never seen a smoker like this but on we went. Cut to Saturday and our post King's, lunch cruise around town. I begged to run by and finally, Fred relented. Up we drove and shyly asked what was going on. It turns out that every year the church does a Fund Raiser and smokes brisket, pork butt's, and pork roasts, and sells them to anybody who wants one. The man mentioned he still had some pork left but that the briskets were all gone. I look at Fred. Fred knew he was in deep, deep doo-doo.