originally posted by Eden Mylunsch:
originally posted by maureen:
wow, I was in St Joseph, Mo, for three days, away from TV and internet - so glad this was the first wine board thread I opened.
What a coincidence! Last night I drank a so-so St Joseph and was in such misery that I had to take something for my headache, and the only thing here other than Tequila was a
St Joseph aspirin!
But, although we're definitely on the same page here, there's already been too much thread drift so let's get back onto the topic at hand: Alfa parts. I have a friend who at one time had
three garages full of Alfa-Romeo parts!!!. He'd sourced parts from collectors, fished them out of junkyards, and even bought out the parts departments of a couple of Alfa dealers when they went under. It was a treasure trove of OEM parts for just about every Alfa that had ever been imported into the USA, plus a bunch of other things. The irony (at least I thought it ironic) is that he
didn't even own an Alfa-Romeo, instead preferring to drive an ancient Landrover (now that's a vehicle that could use a couple of garages-worth of spare parts!)(BTW, is punctuation supposed to go inside or outside of the parenthesis when it's the end of the sentence?)(just wondering)! He just liked the look and feel of the Alfa designs and once he got started amassing them, the collection just took on a life of its own.
He was more focused on his wine though. He had a couple of caves dug into the hillside in back of the house and they were temperature-controlled and he had some fabulous wines there. Enough Burgundy to get by, but he was buying a lot of wine from the Rhône, Piedmonte, Germany, Austria, the Loire, and Spain long before it was trendy to diversify one's cellar beyond Bordeaux and California Cabernet Sauvignon.
But then, right around his 50th birthday he met a sweet young thing and they got married. In short order they had a couple of children, he sold his aluminum siding business and began managing Israeli folksinger troupes and sold his compound with the three garages and two wine cellars and moved to Orange County. He kept most of the wine but sold the Alfa-Romeo parts to some other loser with no life and nowadays drinks his 1982 Giacosa Riservas when he brings In 'n' Out burgers home for the family. His wife has learned not to ask how much a particular bottle of wine might cost and he's learned that life is not just about having more wine than the next guy (nor having more car parts than the next state). He seems to be living happily ever after, and I doubt that he's particularly concerned one way or the other who asks what about which search engine where, why, or how.
I think I'd have to say that I'm probably right there with him, but I'm not really a search-engine person anyway. I don't think I've searched for anything on Wine Disorder or Wine therapy more than once or twice a year. Still, like following the Mets or the Yankees, I accept that it's important to
some people so I don't let it disturb me. Very little disturbs me anymore because it
all disturbs me and that sets a new base for my
ILD (Irritant-Level-Demarkation) meter. I think everyone should just reset their own ILD meters when they read Wine Disorder because then, the stuff that really tweaks you off just doesn't seem like that big of a deal. It works for me.
-Eden (my ILD level is set so high today that I'm in a perfect mood to attend the Farm Wine Imports' Joe Dressner love fest today in Bakersfield)