it was a lifelong dream come true — swimming with the pigs. On Pig Island. Off the coast of Eleuthera in the Bahamas.

Well, I didn’t actually swim with the pigs. I stood in shallow water enticing the pigs with skewers of hot dogs while the pigs came swimming — furiously, I might add — around me in tight circles, grunting, oinking, hard piggy hooves thrashing.

Let me tell you, never stand between a pig and a piece of meat. (I was assured that the hot dogs contained chicken meat, by the way, so there was no cannibalism involved.)

Reportedly, the weather has been awful back home and the news even worse. I’m in no hurry to return. — JAB