Well you may need some beach time to console yourself, or at least a break to fan yourself on some modernist chaise lounge. I just discovered that, with respect to the ’67 Trot, you and the august personage again are in firm agreement. In his customary understated fashion, he calls it ";spectacular"; and ";still exuberantly rich, crammed with fruit, and a total joy to drink. Full bodied and remarkably concentrated, this multidimensional wine offers amazing opulence and richness .... A smashing success!";
In all events, I shall continue to be bemused by your passion about Parker. I mean a wine critic, whether good, bad or indifferent, is not exactly an exalted role. His function is a mere step up from the taster at a medieval banquet. If he turns green and chokes on his vomit, it’s a pretty good sign that the revellers should skip that course.
What a surprise to pass through Lincoln Av. and see your office yesterday evening.
Maybe one day I’ll go in and we’ll be able to discuss about our common passion.