Yesterday was a special day for me. It was a bank holiday in America – President's Day – so Mrs AC and I woke early so we could pray longer in thanks to God for giving us #43, Dubya.
Once we had done this for two hours we hit the road to drive to Monterey County for the day, and to my amazement we stumbled across a winery en route. It was the most significantly religious event during a journey since Saul fell off his horse when on the way to Damascus.
A couple of hours later I staggered out of Blossom Hill, full of the well oaked Chardonnay that has defined my middle years.
I had truly come home.
Once we had done this for two hours we hit the road to drive to Monterey County for the day, and to my amazement we stumbled across a winery en route. It was the most significantly religious event during a journey since Saul fell off his horse when on the way to Damascus.
A couple of hours later I staggered out of Blossom Hill, full of the well oaked Chardonnay that has defined my middle years.
I had truly come home.
