I’m talking grade school, 1st through 8th grade. I lived in the desert, in Palm Springs, California. It was a quiet life. But it gave me everything I would need in my adult life to muddle through a career.
Ink – I seem to smell ink more often than most people. Maybe it was from the many Skrip ink cartridges that broke when I was inserting them in the pen. I smell ink in Napa Valley Cabernet and Petite Sirah, occasionally Southern Rhone and some Sicilian reds that have gone “international”.
Incense – as an altar boy one of my favorite tasks (aside from filling up the water and wine cruets) was to be the one who lit the incense. When I smell those exotic aromas in a wine, they take me to a place that is transforming. Old Bordeaux wines, Sangiovese wines from Tuscany, Hermitage from the Northern Rhone. Once in a blue moon, a German Riesling. Fascinating stuff, eh?
Yes, a lot has been said about a Catholic upbringing, but I never knew what I was being readied for, in those early days with the nuns.On our graduation day, Father Edwards pointed out the value of Catholic education through life. Who could have ever thought this was how it would turn out? What did we know? We were entering our teen years and our hormones were kicking into high gear.
All the while, the curtain to the interesting part of the 1960’s was just lifting…
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