I sit here digesting an excellent meal from Gramma’s Pizza in Sonoma. My mom had a coupon for a free meal on her birthday, so my dad and I joined her, and we had a great dining experience. We had ordered a bottle of wine with dinner, and when we finished it, we were switching to the water on the table. The waiter had an open bottle of the wine that we had just finished, and just kept on pouring. Best of all, it wasn’t on the bill. After dessert, he suggested some port to help digest a big meal. He assured us that it was a critical step in a successful digestive experience. My dad and I took him up on a glass of port each. Our waiter opened a new bottle, poured two heavy glasses of port, and that didn’t show up on the bill either! The waiter was full of energy, and was working hard to make sure that everything was perfect. It was refreshing to get great service.
In the morning George Degliantoni (my woodshop teacher from junior high) came over and all together we split two cords of wood. We worked until 1 p.m., just when it hit around 95 degrees. After that we changed the cables that run from the spark plugs to the alternator on my dad’s car, and then relaxed a little bit before going out to dinner. Now I type this out pleasantly full, and my port-assisted digestion is going along just fine.
