At the end of the summer of 1971, vineyard workers in Piedmont labored to bring in the harvest. Around the same time in Chicago, my mother went into labor.
Somehow, I never thought these two things would be linked. During that era, my parents were probably preoccupied with changing cloth diapers, watching that evening’s guest on Johnny Carson or deciding which bell-bottoms to wear; the wines of Piedmont could not have been further from their minds.
And so several decades passed. Then a reader of my Web site, DrVino.com, sent in an unusual question about birth-year wines. New parents often think about socking away some wine from their newborn’s birth year—I did myself—but this reader was wondering if I drank wine from my birth year on my birthday.