(Walking champagne part 1) Nearly 400 years ago, in the village of Hautvillers, the Benedictine monk, Dom Pérignon, was tinkering with the wine. During his tenure as abbey cellar master, he advanced the extensive blending used in champagne, devised pressing… Read More ›
Champagne. To me the word evoked little beyond locker room celebrations and wedding toasts, so when I concocted a goal to walk all the wine regions of France, Champagne was a long shot for the inaugural trek. The Philadelphia wine… Read More ›
In the movie Citizen Kane, “Rosebud” is the final word that Charles Foster Kane utters upon his deathbed. It sets off a flurry of investigation to identify exactly what he meant. Rosebud, it turns out, is a cheap sled. Yet… Read More ›
I dusted off my New Year’s resolutions: —Become fluent in French —Lose 10 pounds —Run a marathon After all, why create new resolutions when I have perfectly good ones that I’ve recycled for decades? Pat, on the other hand, has… Read More ›
My grandson, Jack, and I may share a birthday, but our approach to this day is wholly different. This year, Jack’s birthday began when he crawled into bed with his parents and his leg jittered like a jackhammer. My son… Read More ›
