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I often think that is what the neighbors and the recyclers must think when they look at our orange recycling tub that we put out once a week.  Actually, I have no problem with recycling and I know plenty of … Continue reading →

Ullage is not the secretary at Bialystock and Bloom.  Ullage is the Anglicized version of the French word ouillage and it has a couple of meanings, both kind of similar in the big picture with wine.  To put it in … Continue reading →

I guess that I will never be a “wine influencer,” because I seem to go out of my way to avoid asking for goods.  Some of the new wine bloggers seem to have started their blogs in anticipation of getting … Continue reading →

One thing about retirement, all that free time you thought you were going to have, is just not there.  On top of it, I have my Bride home every day, even though she is an essential worker, she is working … Continue reading →

Not the wall that causes a lot of political fighting, but the main wall in my cellar, and all the wines have been identified and inventoried, now all that leaves is four other racks in that room, plus the wine … Continue reading →

“Bread…that this house may never know hunger. Salt…that life may always have flavor. And wine…that joy and prosperity may reign forever.” While everything is still waiting for the dust to settle and things start to loosen up in the gulag, … Continue reading →

That was the first thought I had when I saw the prototype of the face mask that my Bride created.  I guess that I have a strange sense of humor, especially the “gallows humor” from the forced incarceration that we … Continue reading →

As I had stated in the first of these articles for our latest trip to Louisville, we were dropping off birthday presents from the family as well.  While we were out at the River House restaurant, a very good friend … Continue reading →

I once tried doing themed stories and it just didn’t feel comfortable running with the pack, and not from the standpoint that I am different, but the writing felt forced and not flowing from my voice.  There are many “days” … Continue reading →