Part of the joy of being me is the constant ingesting of wine. It’s not always fine wine, but better-than-3-buck-chuck. Most of the time.

How is it that something in nature can so easily be turned into an amazingly intoxicating solution? The mind boggles. It boggles even more at the casts of thousands that turn their nose up willingly to the fermented goodness in the name of morality or righteousness.

Aside from the arguably insane eschews, I think the Catholics and Episcopalians (know as ‘Catholic Light’) have the right idea. Communion is by far my favorite right of passing. I didn’t learn to appreciate wine from my delinquent juvenile friends. Nope. I learned it by worshiping Jesus and drinking out of the chalice held by Father Stevens.

If Jesus were alive today, he would own and operate the most amazing vineyard in the world. In fact, he would have the advantage of being able to harvest rainwater, perform a little magic trick, and have caskets of fine aged wine. Try THAT, Mr. Beringer.

My appreciation of the grape is constantly growing. It seems I cannot find a bone in my body that doesn’t yearn for the delicacy. It is in fact my weakness. Who knew that would be my destiny? As a child, I always saw myself as a purveyor of fine electronics in adulthood. How I am grateful (as my wife undoubtedly is)  that didn’t actually come to fruition.

Finding your passion in life is something that we all must do, or be forced into an adult life of mediocrity. There is no wrong answer for a passion (unless it’s illegal or hurts people). Your passion should give you joy, no matter what it is. Depending on your ambition in life, it may even bring you a very easy paycheck.

Off to the store to find some new wines to try at dinner this evening!

Gregster’