Brad Widelock
Brad Widelock
As I write this, I can see my wifes passport on the desk next to me. She is leaving today for eleven days in Croatia. Im not thinking about missing my spouse; Im thinking about the wines shes going to bring home. I wasnt always like this, but some years ago I was taken with the sickness, the sublimation of way too many things in pursuit of wine. If there is a cure, I dont want it. Im comfortable with who I am, and if I happen to inadvertently bore my guests with too much wine minutia or utter too many onomonopias while enjoying a glass of wine my wife kicks me in the shin as a reminder that not everyone is afflicted. A black and blue is a small price to pay for the joys of red and white.
Brad
Brad