It attracts attention
like a stick in the mud.

That’s OK.

The frailty of human
intentions dictate that
the search for pearls begin
in the pig sty.

Wash it off and let
it transport you to
the next level of your
wine enjoyment.

Already in the clouds?

Them come back to enjoy
a truly amazing Earthly
experience.

It’s the “honeycomb experience”
that always amazes me.

For whatever “unusual reason”
this wine is the one WE
pick to cook with in the
absence of “more enlightened”
guidance.

Chicken piccata today.

With “green rice”.

I know what you are thinking, but…

I don’t care.

It doesn’t matter.

I get to drink the
wine “leftovers”.

Nothing else matters…

It’s a good thing
food is nourishing or
we would starve to death.

Saint Peter: Why are you
burping?
OTWN: I had deviled ham
for lunch and then…
SP: Go stand in the corner.
OTWN: THOSE people are
FARTING!
SP: They’ve been here a while.
Hand me your crackers.
I need something to
go with these sardines.

Chenin Blanc…
Don’t leave Earth without it…

Hang in there with
the gusto of a hound dog.