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Notes in ‘Carpe Book’ today, several (the book Mom and Dad gifted me recently).  Sipping last glass of red for the evening, seeing myself doing so much, but I wonder where is the bridge.  The Stonestreet I opened last night, now delivering me to cherry and dark chocolate dust; fined and refined, perfect for tonight, a bit quieter with little Kerouac at his Grammy’s house.

Tomorrow night, Mom & Dad’s, ’00 Monte Bello opened.  Feel like child, xmas eve.  Sans Mom et Dad, would never taste it.  What will it say to me?  What will it do to my wined story?