Kind of funny to me to think about how many times I have driven by, stopped and or passed through wine country.
It is not a regular thing for me, something that has happened a handful of times. Usually a visit to the East side or time at the airport.
Grabbed a couple of slices of pizza at the double joint and or picked up necessities at the place with the big red circle.
Some years ago I remember wondering when those places I had heard about would transform into places that were familiar and not just names.
Now they have.
Last night I stopped to pick up some treats for the flick and wondered where you used to park the van.
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