David Harris knows his way around a vineyard. He should; for many years the fruit from his Blackstock Vineyards was highly prized by winemakers throughout northeast Georgia, who bought Blackstock grapes to make wines that would bear their labels.
Howdy, and Happy New Year! It's quite likely that by the time you read this, my bride and I will be tanning our elderly bodies in the sunshine of the Florida Keys. About this time of year, we genuinely miss South Florida, where we lived for 15 years. This year, we ain't missin' it, we're enjoyin' it.
As the Christmas holiday approaches - and I battle mightily against the Grinch influence - I have retreated to my cellar book. Actually, I have tried to burrow into my cellar book until, say, Jan. 2, but there are certain physical limitations.
Don't look now but Halloween's over your shoulder and the next big family holiday bash is Thanksgiving. And, of course, the burning question of the day is not whether President Barack Obama should have been given the Nobel Peace Prize or if the Army Corps of Engineers will try to turn Lake Lanier back into Death Valley East.
I'm a riesling fan! The white wine grape known alternatively as Johannisberg riesling and white riesling is adored by most hard-core winos - even those who wax rhapsodic over nothing but big, strong, hearty red wines.
I'm back. I hope somebody noticed I took a month off in January. Lots of "stuff" going on in December - including a visit from a brand new grandbaby - so I gave myself a brief hiatus for the start of the new year.
Saturday is Independence Day. Happy Birthday, America! And what better way to celebrate this auspicious occasion than to embrace the red, white and blue and all the goodness and greatness it represents.