Monday, October 25, 2010

For fall

1995 P.S. Baumler Becker-Erben

Toronto's cooling down, big time, and what better to warm my ass up than digging out some older wines. Something softened by bottle age, warm, and friendly - white or red, it matters not. Old Rioja, Bordeaux, red Burgundy . . . old Sauternes, riesling, white Burgundy. Yes, yes, and yes . . . like the warm embrace of a silky-skinned, long-legged beauty. Delightful.


Municipal election voting tonight, made my choice of who I want Toronto's next mayor to be. But somehow I have a feeling things are going to go horribly wrong. Voting took place in my old elementary school gym, a bit unsettling, and it would have been so creepy if I started wandering the halls.


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