Now, a tasting room.  An office.  MINE.

Traveling and telling stories about my wine books and notes, little papers here at there.  An Orin Swift sort of thought and approach.

Today has been different.  Revisiting these wine and vineyard dates, the Sundays at St. Francis or Caddis, when I was full-time at places like Kunde and Roth…. Thinking, what I want to do for the rest of my life.

What I want to fall asleep feeling, or how I see the week on Sunday night.  One time in Napa, on a lunch break during the OSC days.  A vineyard manager talking to me about the prior harvest, how many straight days he worked and what the yields looked like.  Cabernet, SB, Chardonnay, Merlot.  I told him I love Merlot and that he did too and hated the movie Sideways.  We shared a laugh, compared more notes from our experiences, started talking about blends, and winemaking, told him I’d made wine a couple times.  He asked me why I stopped.

I didn’t have an answer for him.  Then just the other day in Marin a coworker asked me why I left the wine industry.  Didn’t have an answer for her either.  So now I see the story of course.  It’s obvious and I’ve noted it before.