I am resurrecting an entry I had drafted months ago but didn’t have a chance to complete. But I am sufficiently motivated now to finish it, in part because (1) I will see some dear friends in a couple weeks who will ask me (again), “Hey, why aren’t you posting more on your blog?” (You [...]

So most of you know my love for all things wine related, but few may know of my equally ardent passion for college basketball. I would like to say that my reason for not blogging the past few months has been because of the roundball, but that’s just not true. My third passion is laziness [...]

So my wife and I visited ‘The Barrel Room’ in Rancho Bernardo on Christmas Eve. We had put the kids to bed (with a little help from her parents) and we ventured into the cultural melting pot that is north San Diego. I knew I was in the right place when I walked in and [...]

What is it about ‘firsts’ that leads to daydreams and car accidents? Maybe I’m just a sucker for memories and impractical romanticisms, but I still remember my first paper route (OC Register), my first movie (Star Wars) and my first concert (Echo & the Bunnymen w/ New Order). Or maybe that’s just what one does in [...]

One of my earliest memorie of wine (if you could call it that) was some of the stuff my dad would bring home to drink on a regular basis. My dad was mostly a beer guy, and his tastes ranged from Asahi to Lowenbrau to MGD, or whatever else was on sale at the local [...]

Have you ever noticed that words that start with ‘V’ possess a certain allure? Words like velvet, violet or valium? Proper names like Vanessa or Voltaire? Even words that should provoke horror are somewhat softened by the soft “V” sound (think Voldemort, velociraptor or vasectomy). (I’m having a ‘Friends’ episode flashback.) This past Thanksgiving I rediscovered [...]

It should tell you something that my original ‘first’ post featured a nice summer white and we are well into the fall and that selection no longer applies. My procrastination has no limits, and it’s a wonder that I overcome the daily inertia to get out of bed.  I realize my slow start is merely my [...]