On occasion, I'm forced to disappear to the Wine Country in order to commune with nature.
If I feel that the last vestige of niceness is disappearing from me, a few hours spent in the company of the people of Napa and their grape products creates a reawakening, as well as a need for a hotel.
Late on Friday afternoon, I was sipping some very fine Honig cabernet when a young man engaged me in conversation.
He was 24 years old, he had a flip phone, and he was in crisis.
"I've got to leave in a … Read more