Jun 082012
 

Napa Wine CountryNapa Valley is a different world. Yesterday, I was riding my bike through town and got a flat tire. I pulled over into a church parking lot to fix the tire, and noticed four young girls, about 11 years old, racing around on a collection of scooters, bikes, and roller skates. As they raced past me, they waved and said “hi.” I returned the greeting. And as they rode off into the sunset, I heard one of the girls say: “You can’t call it Champagne if you make it outside of France. Then you have to call it sparkling wine.”

Eleven years old. Gotta love it.