Archive for the ‘Personal’ Category

Dec 21, 2018

A Tale of Mothers and Pinot Noir

For quite some time I’ve wanted to sample the Pinot Noirs of Oregon’s Evening Lands. I’ve read about these wines and received positive feedback on them from people with tastes similar to mine. I just hadn’t gotten around to buying any. A few weeks back I shared two bottles of 2012 Evening Lands Seven Springs Pinot Noir under some of the most remarkable circumstances of my life. Here’s the story. It’s a good one. It started a few years ago…

Nov 27, 2018

On 14 Years Writing and The Art of Being a Wine Blogging Bomber

When I was 14 years old (1977), I was enduring my last year of junior high school at Sinaloa Jr. High in Novato, California. I remember a few things about that year. The things that stand out most is being suspended for a week of school for having been the ringleader of an expedition to San Francisco’s Chinatown where I and two others conspirators procured a collection of small smoke bombs, which were subsequently unleashed on a somewhat entertained collection…

Nov 11, 2018

Bourbon, Wine and a Toast

On Veterans Day, I toast my father. Second Lieutenant. Geroge T. Wark fought in World War II. He was born in 1919. He died in 1979 when I was 16 years old. Cancer. But, were he still alive at 99 years old and were we to be sitting together with his grandson Henry Geroge, his daughter in law Kathy and myself, he’d surely raise a glass with me. We in honor of him; he in honor of his comrades in…

Nov 6, 2018

Wine Blogs That Ask Us to Wear New Shoes

Inside the wine blogging community, we find a good number of folks who try hard, who work to refine their style, who expose themselves as they work their way through the wine cannon and those who work hard and rise to the top. Then there are those wine bloggers who have succeeded in doing all these things, have gathered a dedicated audience, have gained a great deal of respect and who have chosen to use their self-built forum to expose…

Oct 31, 2018

A Napa Valley Halloween — Without the Wine Traveler

Of course, the best Halloweens I ever experienced were when I was a child. What else can I say? I’m thinking about 8 or 9 years old. Around 1970. The candy companies hadn’t figured out “minis” yet. And the idea of razor blades in candy apples or spiked popcorn balls were Halloween tales kids told each other just to mess with each other. It didn’t happen. It all added up to big candy bars (parents would buy as many big, fat…

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