Vinography Images: Fall Leaves

Fall Leaves
One of the things that I miss most about where I grew up in Colorado is the Fall colors. The Aspen trees as shocks of gold in clearings between the dark firs always bring a smile to my face. The closest I get in California these days are the changing of the leaves in wine country. This image captures so well the beauty of the light and the leaves and the carpet of gold and red that can give me a little solace in Autumn. -- Alder Yarrow

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Posted by: Alder on January 8, 2010 8:40 PM: Share this post elsewhere Digg it! - Add to del.icio.us - Add to Stumbleupon - Add to Reddit; Filed under: Vinography Images

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Eric V. Orange wrote:

01.09.10 at 11:11 AM

Here is an Andy Katz story, FWIW.

I had gone to The Taste of Vail (as District Manager for Paterno Imports) and forgotten to pack a dress shirt.

Nothing is cheap in Vail, so of course I was gouged when I went out and bought a new shirt.

The doors to the tasting had just opened and I was talking to Andy with a glass of Markham Petite Syrah in my hand. That wine was as dark and inky purple a wine as just about anything on the market.

Andy spotted someone across the room that he knew and with a quick wave of his hand, he bumped the Syrah down the front of my shiny new white shirt.

He felt badly about it, offering me a loaner shirt of his own for the evening, and insisted that he would get mine cleaned.

Still stinging from the gouging I had taken on the shirt I had owned for all of 30 minutes, I took him up on the offer. In fact, I still own that shirt.
I wonder if remembers that.

EVO