Quiet tasting room. Always something. Something here for me. Something to write about even if there’s nothing— no people, no open wines, no movement, if I’m just sitting in this chair and looking at the floor, the TV on wall off, the couches, Andy Katz pictures on wall high above floor. There’s life when there’s quiet, a music that I bob head to and write.. me pouring wine and people speaking about it as much as able, some trying to sound “sophisticated” and versed and experienced in wine’s way. One day, soon, my own Room… paired with music, thoughts, literature and my favorite authors… dreaming and dreaming, me here this morning in this empty Room, the quiet, and I will NOT be halted.