I don’t know what gets into me. I was reading an obituary and it just sent me down a rabbit hole. Maybe it’s because my ice cream is melting and I’m getting closer to the abyss. Ah, whatever! I’m not sure, when I no longer breathe, wine will mean much to me (or anything at all, for that matter), but this line from the obit a few weeks ago really lit me up, in a good way:
“On July 2, 2021, Betty Kuhne Sawyer
Hitchings, 93, marched through the gates of Heaven and immediately asked for
directions to the River of Boxed Chardonnay.”
[Read Betty’s obituary, it really does sound like she had a wonderful life, regardless of her choice in wine]
What I do know is this: If I’ve been a good boy and minded all my P’s and Q’s, there better be something better than Franzia waiting for me at the Pearly Gate Café.

