"Wine improves with age. The
older I get, the better I like it."
~Anonymous
Methinks 'twas my father
who taught me the joy of wine.
He raised his own grapes, five
different varieties. Fine vintner,
his wine was valued here in
Denver at $30 a bottle. That
was a long, long time ago.
I've written about this before;
why then, repeat myself?! A
couple of reasons . . . One
would be the missing of my
father! God, every single day!
So love me some red! Like
white as well, but red will
ever and always be my fave!
Owe that to my dad as well.
Last, but not least, I always
fast three months a year.
January, May and September.
One month off and three on!
Works for me and keeps me
rather sane and sober.
Can't help but wonder if my
dad smiles about that wherever
he may be. God, I miss the hell
out of him!!!
Salud . . .
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