Old Doug
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Joined: 5/12/2011 From: Atlanta, Georgia, US Status: offline
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"Made it, Ma! Top of the world!" 70 years ago, James Cagney as Cody Jarrett in the movie White Heat. Back then, it had been a while since a career criminal had captured the fancy of cinematic audiences. World War II had come and gone. The years pass... There was a time - damn near as far back as that movie - when I was an innocent. Okay, I'm not even quite 60 yet - 8 whole days to go - but in the grand scheme of things not all that far off, as far as orders of magnitude. My great criminal career - my real "wine" time, began either in 1980 when I first had a really cheap red Bordeaux, and totally liked it - or (more likely) when I discovered CellarTracker and the Forum in 2011. I'd had some "good wine" before, including one great one (1961 Latour), but little did I know... Wasn't long before I'd met Dontime and J2K, and lucked upon a one-off leftover Riedel wineglass for $5 in a sorry winestore in Wheeling, West Virginia, U.S.A. Wine-Searcher opened my eyes to the widely variable pricing that was and is operating in the U.S., and I never bought another bottle of wine around those parts again. That glass though - the stem was four little round glass columns fused together, made it feel like a "square' with rounded corners, oh-so-comfortable. The bowl was very thin crystal, a joy to drink out of. Holding the glass, like a finely-crafted knife or gun, you felt the balance, you felt that much was right with the world. Last night I finally did it - I broke that glass. Ironic that I wasn't even drunk - after all the enormous fills it'd had (the damn thing would hold most of a standard bottle of wine) - all the Guinnesses, all the brutal gin and vodka concoctions I'd filled it with.... One small glass of white wine around 7 p.m. and then a modest fill of red wine about 10 p.m. Like an idiot, I kept it right on my computer desk, and before 11 p.m. I turned to the right with some speed, and backhanded the glass off the desk and onto the floor. I had dreaded that moment like I dread the death of my parents, and I've thought about the occurrence many times in the past, likely to somehow hopefully dilute the horror of its true appearance. There is no real "getting over it," however - for decades I've been confronted with the fact that it's only a relatively few possessions that make us happy (if that), not to mention that "too much stuff" is often a recipe for misery. I've got an old brass ship's lantern - a great whorin' thing, in fact - made in Dunbarton, Scotland, in 1816 - and that's my second-favored possession, and even there I've never been moved to fill it with oil and light it up. 21 years it's been like that. That wineglass, though - ha, you talk about something getting used... Most things change, and there are any number of parallels one can draw here. Today was a really good day for my wife and I, and we had a great dinner with good people, food and drinks par excellence. I'm home now, without that glass, and things will never be the same.
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