Shortly after my mom died, I found myself standing with my father in the basement of my childhood home. He was prepping the house to be sold and had been working for weeks to pack up 30 years of housewares, board games and family memories. It was now just a matter of a few last details.
He reached up to a spot near the ceiling, just above the cool water pipes, and gently pulled down the bottle of wine I'd sent my mom as a gift the last Christmas she was alive. It was the year, fresh out of college, that I'd relocated from my hometown of Chicago to San Francisco. Young and broke, I decided to stay in California for the holiday, and I used what meager funds I had to send a present back to my mom. Something to assuage her considerable worries about my living 2,000 miles away; something to let her know, even if it wasn't entirely true, that I was fitting in well out west and everything was all right.
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- California Wine Guide: Napa
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There was a wine store on Market Street, across from my $10-an-hour temp job. At the time, my knowledge topped out around Almaden Mountain Chablis and the Vendange wines my father liked, but the shop seemed like as good a place as any to browse. It was, after all, next door to the post office.