So, tried to visit Holdredge over the weekend

[Bob_Hunnicutt]

But found this on a door. Apparently some old problems with the feds?

[Xavier_Lavoipierre]

@Bob Hunnicutt

But found this on a door. Apparently some old problems with the feds?

Weird sign. There is no federal court known as the “1st District of Sonoma.” The federal district court in which Sonoma is located is the “Northern District of California.” I would think the U.S. marshal would know that. Oh, and it’s signed “The Rod,” and there is no National Prohibition Act in effect! Prank.

[Xavier_Lavoipierre]

And now I see the smilie on the thread title!

[David_Glasser]

So maybe they just didn’t want trick-or-treaters on Friday?

[Erik_G]

This seems like as good a place as any to tell this story:

In February, my wife, daughter, and I stayed in Healdsburg for a week. The day we were scheduled to fly out, we visited the Holdredge tasting room in town. My daughter (8 months old at the time) had a grand old time, crawling all over the floor and trying to charm the rest of the guests in the tasting room while we sampled their full line of pinots. Carri was a lovely host, and we left with half a case (which was all the room we had left in our luggage).

Then we drove to the airport. Where, during the security security screening, both my daughter and I sent up flares in every direction when the explosives swabs came back positive. I don’t know if you’ve ever had the joy of talking to the TSA after you set off the explosives detector, but it’s, um, enlightening. There’s a small room, and a good cop and a bad cop and everything. The fact that I was traveling with an infant might have earned me a bit of a reprieve, but they tested everything in all our luggage, and demanded that we dump out all the milk we had with us. Whatever it was that had set off the detector, it all seemed to trace back to my daughter, who lit up the sensors whenever they tested her clothes or hands. We were befuddled–she is a whirling dervish of chaos, to be sure, but so far her destructive tendencies had been limited to throwing applesauce, or harassing the cat. No early interest in bomb-making, from what I had seen.

Then we remembered where we’d been during the day. The tasting room in Healdsburg is also a production facility–the floors are concrete, and I saw drains in the back of the room. Not sure if she crawled through remnants of glycerine, or fertilizer, or who-knows-what, but there you have it.

John Holdredge: maker of fine pinot, or menace to freedom?

(This just reminded me that I need to go buy up all the '12s he has left)

[T_Welch]

Rod Berglund strikes again?

[Rod_Berglund]

John took Laube’s comments about his “dynamite” pinot noirs to heart.

[Nolan_E]

@Erik G

This seems like as good a place as any to tell this story:

In February, my wife, daughter, and I stayed in Healdsburg for a week. The day we were scheduled to fly out, we visited the Holdredge tasting room in town. My daughter (8 months old at the time) had a grand old time, crawling all over the floor and trying to charm the rest of the guests in the tasting room while we sampled their full line of pinots. Carri was a lovely host, and we left with half a case (which was all the room we had left in our luggage).

Then we drove to the airport. Where, during the security security screening, both my daughter and I sent up flares in every direction when the explosives swabs came back positive. I don’t know if you’ve ever had the joy of talking to the TSA after you set off the explosives detector, but it’s, um, enlightening. There’s a small room, and a good cop and a bad cop and everything. The fact that I was traveling with an infant might have earned me a bit of a reprieve, but they tested everything in all our luggage, and demanded that we dump out all the milk we had with us. Whatever it was that had set off the detector, it all seemed to trace back to my daughter, who lit up the sensors whenever they tested her clothes or hands. We were befuddled–she is a whirling dervish of chaos, to be sure, but so far her destructive tendencies had been limited to throwing applesauce, or harassing the cat. No early interest in bomb-making, from what I had seen.

Then we remembered where we’d been during the day. The tasting room in Healdsburg is also a production facility–the floors are concrete, and I saw drains in the back of the room. Not sure if she crawled through remnants of glycerine, or fertilizer, or who-knows-what, but there you have it.

John Holdredge: maker of fine pinot, or menace to freedom?

(This just reminded me that I need to go buy up all the '12s he has left)

I’m an avid vinyl collector and anytime I buy records and fly it’s an ordeal, they really set off the explosives detector.

[Todd_Hamina]

If they burn sulphur wicks in empty barrels it’s akin to gunpowder.

[Mike_Grammer]

@Truett W e l c h

Rod Berglund strikes again?

And it could be true…