At Oakville, Grocery, Again: writerfather morning And the cut on my right forefinger that I acquired sticking […]
Healdsburg Square
The wines, still haunting me from last night. That Chardonnay… I bought it where I now write, Oakville.. […]
Restraint of Trade I don’t need to be participatory. I can just observe. From this table at […]
Healdsburg. Its own character. Where I want my office, where I’d love to have my own tasting room, […]
First, nowhere to write here in downtown ‘burg, Square. Not at the bookstore, or repugnant Flying Goat, or […]
…the wine story of me ever-complexing, pleasurably vexing, wondering what I can do next and where I can […]