This year has been one of the highest highs and the lowest lows.
I flew back to Houston yesterday afternoon from Boulder where I attended the Boulder Burgundy Festival and mingled with leading wine professionals, winemakers, and wine scene glitterati.
After Tracie P and I put the girls to bed, she made me a wonderful risotto alla parmigiana and we opened a bottle of our favorite Fiano d’Avellino.
She was eager to hear about the festival but we were both riveted by the unfolding events in Ferguson, Missouri.
I hadn’t even been born, I thought to myself, when the Watts Riots in Los Angeles gripped the nation’s attention.
Here we are, I said to Tracie, nearly fifty years later, and it doesn’t seem like we’ve come far.
Grandma Judy is coming to Texas from La Jolla today and we’ll be heading to Orange, Texas to celebrate the holiday with Rev. and Mrs. B. and the Branch-Johnson families.
We have so much to be thankful for this year: health, prosperity, and the good fortune to experience some of the greatest pleasures in life through wine and food.
But this weekend, the folks in Ferguson will be on our minds and in our hearts and prayers.
Thanks for being here. I’ll see you next week…