Vin-Yet
A sudden storm. I duck into an old tavern, with walls of ancient bead-board and yellowed pressed tin. The plank ceiling looks like the deck of a ship. Disoriented by looking up, I’m briefly hanging by...
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Hazy Sunday morning, North Cove marina. A guy in nautical togs, neither young nor old, leans on a floating gangway. He beckons to the dogs. I see he’s from the private pleasure yacht just yonder; yes,...
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““` ““` I bridle at the overused term “pairing” for wine-and-food matches, as in “the felicitous pairing of a Petite Sirah with a Duck Confit”; or for the coupling of accessories and clothes touted on...
View ArticleHurricane
I’ve always loved severe storms, having grown up in south Florida where hurricanes were annual events. The neighborhood became flooded, and we were cautioned not to go out afterwards, in case there...
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