Évora, oh Évora…

Anything, everything, all of the time… I left a chunk of my heart in the Alentejo. Just search on Alentejo, or Portugal, on my wine blog. Sadly, the second trip (media) that came as an opportunity, I had just booked another flight, and missed the boat (plane)....

Labor Day, a Sobering Holiday

What labor Day Means to Me… is not what you might expect. It’s not a day to go boating for the last time of the season; or, heading off to the beach one more time, before I settle into apple picking. No BBQ’s for me today. Nay… It’s...