I fell in love. Thirty one years it took, but I fell in love. However this love is different. It didn’t take thirty one years to love my wife. I probably loved her before I was born. This love is more of a passionate infatuation. The culprit to have taken my heart, mind and body hostage? Wine.
Yes, I know that was anti-climatic. That wasn’t were I seem to be going, yet here I am. In love with a beverage that has very little nutritional value. Some abuse this love, and I can see why. I’m not speaking in alcoholic terms. I’m speaking in the complexity of such drink.
Please, understand, I did not grow up in the most privileged of conditions. The taste of Tang still lingers in my childhood nightmares. It’s pretty sad when I realize the juices I used to drink, were not really juice at all. Who would have thought that Kool-Aid doesn’t grow on trees. I would have sworn differently growing up.
Yet, here I am. Thirty one years of not understanding what wine was about. I hated the way it tasted. It was bitter and scorned. What I failed to realize, it wasn’t the wine that was bitter. It was my life.
Maybe I’m overly stating what my new-found passion is, but the truth is that now I understand. I understand why some people love onion. I don’t. I understand why some people love. I didn’t.
So again, here I am. Learning about one of the oldest beverages in the world. From the times of pre-recorded history, humans learned to make wine. It didn’t take long. I used to drink it just to get drunk. Get a bottle and finish it in five minutes. I didn’t understand the taste, or the headache the morning after.
I decided to give it a try. A real, honest to goodness try. It paid off. I learned how wine is made. The different types of wine. The different methods of enjoyment. What is wine? I learned that.
Little by little I started appreciating the flavors. The smells. The complexity of such gift. I found out a lot about me through wine. Each bottle is different than the next, and the complexity and variety of each serving is pretty similar to my life.
I can taste beyond the bitterness. I can smell beyond the alcohol. I can uncover hidden flavors, which were always there, but now I can appreciate them. My life is equally interesting, at least to me. My life’s a bold Cabernet Sauvignon, sometimes. Other times I’m as clear as a Chardonnay. Others, I’m a sweet White Zinfandel.
Wine is a work of art. It’s a painting dressed as a drink. The colors, the shapes, they’re all there. Opening the eyes, nose, taste buds. Just like life.
Yeah, I’m still new in my relationship with wine, so I am hoping it turns out to be what I hope it will. Now I understand a lot of things. Those that abuse wine, do not understand it. Those that abuse wine, do not love it. Just like life.
During his first press conference as President elect, Barack Obama gracefully showed that he’s no Sarah Palin as he skips a stupid question from the media. Poor Candy Crowley from CNN was at the receiving end of the dismissal, and it had to do more from the question not being a clear one from the beginning.

CNN’s Jack Cafferty was unable express his opinion about Sarah Palin any more eloquently. What else could you say?
CNN’s Jack Cafferty can’t help himself and hits up Sarah Palin once again… Does she deserve it? Maybe hiding from the media, actually backfires and sends the media looking for her. Sarah might say a lot more if she stopped reading.
Barack Obama has a two minute ad where he speaks directly to the middle class, but could be directed towards the lower class as well. To say that there is a “lower class” is almost taboo for a candidate, but in reality, there is a growing lower class out there and it is that class where the economy hits harder, once it is all said and done.
SEDONA, Arizona (CNN) — Sarah Palin during a radio interview said that her family has lost $20,000 in the financial market due to the Wall Street distress. Sarah is getting major criticism from liberals and conservatives alike, and her experience shows that she cannot manage a simple 401k retirement plan.