Few things exist in this world that fill my heart with more happiness than fall in Indiana. In the words of George Eliot, “my very soul is wedded to it.” I arrived after dark and so could not see much but wide open navy blue as my parents drove me home from … Continue reading
As I am writing the snow is coming down outside the coffee shop window that I am perched behind. New York City is under a winter storm warning with accumulations of 14 inches of snowfall predicted. I am ecstatic. I love snow, I do. I love everything about it. This sentiment, I’ve learned, to my … Continue reading
Indiana may be the last place one might think of when in pursuit of wine adventures, but it might, no, it IS my most favorite. You see, Indiana, no matter how far I may roam, will always be home to me. Fall, in Indiana in particular, occupies a very special, a very sacred place in … Continue reading
A Wandering Wino 