Perfect Pairings
My Liquid Travel Agent
Despite drinking an excellent bottle of Mosel wine, I had my usual difficulty courting sleep last night. I tossed and turned for a minor eternity, seeking the elusive cool patch on the pillow and rearranging flaccid cat bodies. At long last, with morning looming nearby, I found myself in a verdant dreamscape.
They're Coming For You, Barbera
So Few Want to be Rebels Anymore
One day when the weather was more humane and the bike paths clear of snow, I pedalled past stationary railcars emblazoned with the provocative statement, "So Few Want to be Rebels Anymore". I was already thinking about wine, and the defaced train units catalyzed another deliberation upon what we now colloquially refer to as “natural wine”.