I’m staring at a set in the wine section and this old man calls out to me. “How did I get here?” He’s trapped on a label of a Tuscan wine.
He’s hovering around the Tuscan section, but he should be happy. He landed in Austin, Texas and someone will think it’s cool and wierd enough to pick up. There’s a lot of that in Austin. And lots of wealth. Welcome home.
After traveling around France for a week or so, staying far from urban centers and deep in the country, I am happy that owls still shriek at night and bull frogs still bellow into the early morning.
The natural life – a true break from the day to day work of making the world turn.
Yeah, yeah, no one cares about my blog or your blog or Myanmar or Ahmadinejad .
Meanwhile, all the containers are lined up – wine is on its way. Here come the harvests of ’03,’04 and ’05.