Saint Peter: What happened
to YOU?
OTWN: I was born silly and
never recovered.
SP: Why didn’t you seek help.
OTWN: I did, but I couldn’t
find anybody silly enough to
help ME.
SP: No matter. You’re here
now and you should feel right
at home.
OTWN: What? Are all these souls
silly?
SP: Don’t be silly. WE are
TOLERANT.
OTWN: Can I be excused?
SP: Sure. Go stand in the
corner.

It never occurred to me to
track down exceptional
white wine in Paola or
Brookside, but “stuff” happens.

I’m “busy” today, so…

I have no idea what I’m
drinking except that…

It’s good.
It came in the $100 case.
We opened it to include in
the “Chicken Piccata”.
After seeing how much I’m
enjoying this wine, the reds
in my cooler are organizing
a pilgrimage to Tibet.

OTWN: Hey Theresa, do you
remember where we keep the
capers?
T: Refrigerator?
OTWN: OK, but where?
T: Look in the crisper.
OTWN: I can’t find them
anywhere.
T: Oh wait a minute. There
was a 2014 Fleurie up here
this morning looking for
backpacking food. It left a
trail menu.
OTWN (reading menu): Yummy.
T: Who’s going to cook for
a bunch of full wine bottles?
OTWN (making sign to
hang around neck): I’m going
for a walk.

“Will Cook for
Full Wine Bottles”

Hang in there.