I think my father’s love for wine was a Bordeaux

I think my father’s love for wine was a Bordeaux

My father loves wine. I think it was originally a Bordeaux that captivated his interest in wine. He was 21 in 1954. So, his Bordeaux was a wine built to last, meant to be locked away in a cellar and respected. But today, the bottles sit untouched. The world got faster, our tastes got lighter, and the grand, slow-aging romance of my father’s wine choices feels like a relic of a time we don’t know how to inhabit anymore.

Jennifer is not good for me. She had an especially negative mood. She realized Pi.
Jennifer vs. Natalie.
Jennifer is Numbers and Natalie is Letters: a Library for example.
Jennifer I’m Jilted.

My father’s name is Devitt. For the name Devitt, Pi is necessary. Try to realize Pi as not doing so is a liability. Double “T” Pi. There is a Pi in the name. Playfully, if it has to be a Pie, let’s make it Pumpkin.