Brad Widelock
Brad Widelock
Wednesday is not Prince Spaghetti day at my middle school; it’s meeting day. Suffice it to say that these meetings can be a little dry. At just the moment that I was ready to drop off, one of my colleagues passed me a copy of National Geographic, volume 155, No 5 May 1979, which has an article titled “Napa, California’s Valley of the Vine” by Moira Johnston. Most of the older magazines have long been cut up for student projects, but this one was intact. If you can find a copy, get it. The pictures alone are worth the effort.
Some quotes:
“ I raced the sunrise to Jerry Drapers’s fine vineyard at the crest of Spring Mountain and found crews picking clusters of Chenin Blanc”
“From his command post in his pickup truck, in contact with six other pickup trucks by shortwave radio contract vineyard manager Laurie Wood”
“By the end of October the valley was looking back on the largest crush in history. Despite some mildew and mold 1978 would be a good year. Possibly even a great year.”
Brad
Some quotes:
“ I raced the sunrise to Jerry Drapers’s fine vineyard at the crest of Spring Mountain and found crews picking clusters of Chenin Blanc”
“From his command post in his pickup truck, in contact with six other pickup trucks by shortwave radio contract vineyard manager Laurie Wood”
“By the end of October the valley was looking back on the largest crush in history. Despite some mildew and mold 1978 would be a good year. Possibly even a great year.”
Brad