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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
I drove through the night, alone except for the songs on the stereo and voices in my head. Did not originally plan to go alone, but things happen. I snoozed in the car at rest stops and made New York Finger Lakes wine country at about sunrise. The couple hours of sleep grabbed at the rest stops would be enough, but the day would need some serious caffeine. I paused for breakfast. It was the same place I’d stopped before when I came for the same reason, but this time I had the place to myself. I suppose Monday mornings weren’t particularly busy for them and the waitress confirmed it in conversation. I asked about events and places that were highlighted in a pamphlet the Chamber of Commerce put out which had their Diner listed in the wine country sights. When bringing my food she paused to mention the events of the coming week end, but left me to eat when I said I was only here for the day. The cook, an old man, a previous owner who had passed it to his son, and a life long resident of the area sat down at my table and began talking to me about the area and events past, present, and future. And although it drove thought and plans from my head was pleasant enough since I could eat and listen without expectation of response. By the time I finished my third cup of coffee and meal, the past and present of the region had been conveyed. The breakfast was much different than the last I had there even if the food was almost the same. I had brought my golf clubs to kill a little time, or at least wound it, while I chased the little white ball around. I had played this course before, but it had been several years and as the lady in the club house said it had been changed a little. Not much had changed, just the movement of tee locations and the sadistic addition of a few ponds, but it was basically how I remembered it. After a few holes my swing was smoothing out and control of sorts returned so that the game was enjoyable. I hold low expectations for my performance and do not play par golf. Yet for the first time out this year thought I did well and was pleased as I put the clubs in the trunk. The morning had warmed greatly and it seemed that perhaps time was attempting to wound back at me as I went about my task of beginning the taste of wine. I started with what had been a personal favorite of mine and where one winter I had found an appreciation of watching clouds roll across the sky from some friendly ice. I learned that the owner had died and found that wine had also declined, but bought a couple of bottles anyway. The next location had a very friendly cat, which seemingly owned the place ( the salesman agreed with a chuckle ). The next place on my travels was another family owned business and a son, about my age, talked to me over sips of their whites about the first place and its demise. It seems that wineries are very much a reflection of the owner and blender of wines, so when the man that was both is gone the change is dramatic. I tended to agree, but am far less knowledgeable than he. I continued on the wine trail, tasting mostly the whites till I stopped for a late lunch. Lunch was at a Bistro of a winery and was somewhat light fare. They had outside seating for a spectacular view of the lake, but I opted for the inside by the window. The view wasn’t as good, but then it wasn’t the high eighties with loads of humidity as the outside was. I had picked this place to cleanse and rest the palette for this winery I remember the Reds. But I was disappointed with the red I remembered due to the year had not been kind to them and their production was only so-so. So I proceeded down the trail still sipping. I didn’t have as much time or money as the last trip so the trip was more planned and results more refined. I finished with just a little over a case of wine compared to the last time of almost five cases, yet I was satisfied with the results of the day. The drive home was full of traffic and storms, but I arrived home safely. The demon cat noticed my arrival and after checked his bowl of food and finding it still full allowed me the job of unpacking unsupervised. Soon after a warm shower I went to bed where I fell asleep when the vibrations of the road died down. Last I remembered was the sound of a police siren rolling down the street wailing its welcome home. Gloom |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
A very interesting tale , as always Glad you had a good day even if to you it is/was just another day... M |
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LoveBug
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Member Elite
since 2000-01-08
Posts 4697 |
A really nice description of what seems, to me, is quite an eventful day. Are you a wine taster? I always thought that was instersting, even though I could never stand the stuff, hehe! I enjoyed this!  Love's a lovely lad |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I had brought my golf clubs to kill a little time, or at least wound it, ~*~ Or..wind it up into a par game... Some excellent lines in here, Professor...enjoyed making the rounds with you. |
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