Whoosh.

And it’s gone…

Sometimes the wine just disappears.

Too soothing to analyze.

Too comforting to second guess.

Too “roundly on target” to cause
you to adjust your sights.

Bingo.

Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding.

Extra play.

My favorite “flipper” machine was
“Lawman”.

How many dimes/quarters? did I pour into
this monster as I was was drinking $0.25
beers on Sunday nights?

Sheesh.

I haven’t found a video that
contains the WHACK sound when
you get an extra play.

The third video is REALLY INTERESTING.

What does this flipper machine
stuff have to do with “fine wine”.

Everything.

Something has to “ground you”
into your “current existence”.

We don’t always know what thing
is doing the grounding.

It is just “stuff” happening.

When we finally look up, we go
Ah, that’s what was happening.
I wish I had been more aware.

Sometimes we are aware,
sometimes not.

Today I’m aware of an
ocean of fine wine being
produced for my enjoyment.

What am I DOING ABOUT IT?

I’m flipping enjoying it.

I just need an extra play now.

I am NORMALLY put off by
“family stuff” on the back
of wine bottles, but I
will excuse this one because
IT IS GOOD.

Also, note that this
“approachable” wine
is from the “Central Valley”.

“Mars” would be a more
definitive AVA though it
may be less approachable.

You can observe the phenomenon here…

Click to access CA_WineMap_2011.pdf

Some of the grapes in this
one might be tan line free.

Who knows?

The daisies won’t tell.

I had to snort this
stuff when I was a
kid.

Hang in there.