One of the greatest openings of any book I’ve ever read is from Glitz by Elmore Leonard.
“The night Vincent was shot he saw it coming. The guy approached out of the streetlight on the corner of Meridian and Sixteenth, South Beach, and reached Vincent as he was walking from his car to his apartment building. It was early, a few minutes past nine.
Vincent turned his head to look at the guy and there was a moment when he could have taken him and did consider it, hit the guy as hard as he could. But Vincent was carrying a sack of groceries. He wasn’t going to drop a half gallon of Gallo Hearty Burgundy, a bottle of prune juice and a jar of Ragú spaghetti sauce on the sidewalk. Not even when the guy showed his gun…”
These lines pretty well sum up my feelings toward wine. Dinner isn’t complete without a glass of wine, but Gallo red is just fine. I’m a wine lover not an oenophile.
Mmmm .. yeah, I can’t imagine life without a nice glass of wine with dinner. I think you are fine Mary, as long as you are drinking wine out of glass glasses. It’s when you start drinking out of large plastic tumblers with Fred Flintstone on the side that it starts to look tacky.JW