It should have, but to wipe out the depression and the considerable delay of my retirement, I have accelerated this past week. Donnhoff, Keller von der Fels, various 2013 Brunello, 6 bottles of Pierre Boulay Sancerre…
No way.
But not until then!
Not slowing my buying much. After all, if I have to quarantine myself for a while, I will need to have a good line up of things to choose from.
This is good logic, I would be happy to to be quarantined with you!
Lots of other things but not the Coronavirus.
There’s blood in the streets it’s up to my ankles
(She came) Blood in the streets it’s up to my knee
(She came) Blood in the streets in the town of Chicago
(She came) Blood on the rise it’s following me
Think about the break of day
She came and then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair
(She came) Blood in the streets runs a river of sadness
(She came) Blood in the streets it’s up to my thigh
(She came) Yeah the river runs red down the legs of a city
(She came) The women are crying red rivers of weepin’
She came in town and then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair
Indians scattered on dawn’s highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child’s fragile eggshell mind
Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven
Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice
Blood in my love in the terrible summer
Bloody red sun of fantastic L.A
Blood screams her brain as they chop off her fingers
Blood will be born in the birth of a nation
Blood is the rose of mysterious union
There’s blood in the streets it’s up to my ankles
Blood in the streets it’s up to my knee
Blood in the streets in the town of Chicago
Blood on the rise it’s following me
Click bait
For good or for I’ll, I’ve slowed down because I’m at an age where I’m nit expected to out live most red grand crus from great vintages. But my daughters text my resolve by pointing out new releases and claiming That “cellar is an inter-generational investment.”
Normal purchases on my end