pandemic in its starting throws, and I get a wine shipment and pretend little Kerouac is my business […]
On couch. But no TV. Last glass of the Chateau Guthrie, can’t remember the blend. Thinking about what […]
to do some tasting while cleaning ladies did their thing. Know it’s my house, but I always feel […]
4:28pm – Thinking about my winery, beach house, writing. About wine, being a father, and just driving. Henry […]
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Interrupted by scuffle between Emma and Jack, then Henry calling …. This is wine, the home, the people, […]
started to prune, give that funky and unpleasant musty fold to its phenolics. On a drive, how I […]