The night Brenda Harris discovered Bigfoot on her porch started off quite ordinary. It was a hot summer night in Upper Fruitland, on the west side of Farmington, where she lived with her husband and two children. Her husband had just left for his graveyard shift and her brother and children’s cousins were staying the...
Are you the type of boozehound who enjoys the social butterfly bump you get from a smooth cocktail or hoppy IPA at a social event? Or perhaps you’re the type of drinker who savors a sleepy buzz from a glass of wine or bourbon on the rocks before bed.
No matter your style, chances are, the effects you welcome from a well...
