It was a beautiful day on the mountain, and a beautiful day to make history. I left the morning sun behind, and entered the true velvet sur-surface catacomb of The Monte Bello Room. I emerged on the other side, into… Read More ›
All things Monte Bello.
A Vineyard In Winter -or- Of Course You Can Go Home Again, But Is There Someone Waiting? -or- Homecomings Of The Wine Gnome
The Vineyard in Winter. It strikes me that a January vine is not unlike an empty-nested parent. The children are gone now. Bouncing from weird relationship to weird relationship. Bouncing checks. Bouncing in beanbags that obscure the growth of mushrooms in the… Read More ›