All the great mystical traditions speak of the peculiar qualities of grace. You can’t make demands. It has a life of its own and tends to show up when least expected. So perhaps it was fortuitous that I had no expectations when I went to the States this month to present the wine in my old hometowns – New York, Washington DC and Maryland. “Going home” turned out to be charged with more resonance than I could possibly have conjured up under my own steam. First stop, Washington Heights in northern Manhattan. I hopped off the “A” train at 181st […]
Daily Archives: March 31, 2013
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