In Vino Veritas

I hitched a ride on an RV the size of Mt. Olympus. Okay, maybe it was only a 40 footer, but it went on for days. The omnibus was run by a group of fabulous Persians. One of these Persians had never been to the dirty little city that my quest for Joe was to commence in, but his cousins had. They coaxed him to go and thus were able to wrangle our group together. The journey was supposed to…

Let it begin with a chase..   I wrote about Western Grace Brandy in the post 'That's some damn fine brandy you've got there'. I got to talking with two of the WGB dudes (hope they don't mind me shortening the name or calling them dudes). I just so happen to be going to a dirty little city out in the desert, and their distiller Joe is gonna be there too. We decided it would be fun for me to…