My wife and I have spent these past several days attempting to construct a new life for our family. Daily we have visited Early Childhood Program Schools, desperately attempting to find placement for our precious three year old daughter, as we simply will no longer be able to afford our family Nanny with the closing of my wine shop. With every tour of these accredited facilities, we are encouraged to fill out paper work for the multi-month wait lists by smiling tour guides, their intentions pure, and our hopes once again are dashed – we need care now.
Since the shuttering of the doors to my wine shop, an act brought about by scenarios ranging from hurricanes to lost customers – with every imaginable facet adding to the demise one could imagine, indeed that many folk who have never met me have speculated to – my wife and I have spent many an hour contemplating many particular points of interest for us.
My wife is my absolute opposite; level headed, centered, the patience of Job (reference the Bible), religious, spiritual, employed…. But one thing we share is our bond. This is her first marriage, for me, my third. She has never felt more protected, and I share that sentiment; in 42 years of life, I have never felt so safe, so secure, so bound by love.
As we drove from place to place yesterday afternoon, or it could have been Tuesday, these days are running together recently, my wife looked to me and commented as to a certain betrayal leveled my way by a person both my wife and I once considered a friend. This recent betrayal, not to be overly rehashed, for the point of this letter is one of service, not remorse, perplexed my wife, and Big M (as I’ve nick-named my wife on Twitter) truly wanted resolution, if only between the two of us. What could have caused this public scrutiny, this betrayal, from someone we had once broken bread with? Big M was honestly searching for an answer.
Yesterday, I received more correspondences from clients in my e*base than ever before. They were not answering one of my weekly newsletters in hopes of securing a few bottles or a case of the wine of the week. No, they were asking for advice. Advice on where to turn for wine until my new winery project comes to fruition.
So with that thought in mind, with thoughts of servicing a community in need at the fore, I’ve settled into my keyboard once again. I remain mystified, as is my wife, that a certain local food critic harbors ill feelings over a phone call made 6 years ago by a totally stressed out shop owner under the thumb of a previous wife, a banker with a ruthless attitude, a landlord who refused to secure a failing ceiling, etc, etc, etc (yes, I can always go on as to the causes of stress in my life, perhaps I need a prescription, right?)…. But today, from this moment on, I come to a community in need, to launch, until the winery opens, a service this community so desperately desires- if you will forgive any apparent elitism, as absolutely none is intended.
Every Thursday, I will answer your requests for assistance with wine. Tell me: what are you looking for?
Are you searching for the wines in the Houston Chronicle’s Wednesday “Wine Section” – PLEASE, before you blindly walk into Spec’s and pay too much, ask me, I’ll help you find the wines for less money. If indeed you wish to buy these wines, just ask me, I’ll help you FREE OF CHARGE!
Are you looking for the perfect wine with Arctic Char?
Perhaps you wish to build a collection of organic Loire Reds?
Email me and I’ll help you, FREE OF CHARGE!
I’ve decided that the first way to build a community, the kind of community that will grow, expand and flourish from within, is to recognize the issues that have effected the community I’ve lost myself to from the beginning.
I’m taking my family to the Hill Country this week-end. We’re going to see the stars, the ones up in the sky, and I’m going to explain to my daughter that her Daddy is going to be a better person than the man who her Daddy called Dad; a better person than the man these past 10 years gave the world. A man my daughter will be so happy to call “Daddy.” We’re going to find a ranch on which to build the “winery”, and we’re going to chase fireflies, and I’m going to smile – like I haven’t done for a long, long time….
And then I’m going to come back and start servicing a community until the winery is built; and hope that I have another “family” who will follow me to the next phase of life….
All the best in wine and life,
Diplome D’Honneur de Sommelier