What can you say about the little sister. The Youngest of 4 brawling brothers. Well, you can get tough or die.
Auntie Pauline lived across the street from my Aunt Pat. Everytime we would go over there, she and "popcorn bob" would make popcorn for us and tell us stories about my grandpa and my dad and uncle. She would tell us that we were good boys compared to them. Then Bob would tell us stories about how he was a training pilot during WWII. He would fly his plane so low that my grandpa would have to dive off the back of a hay wagon to keep from getting hit by him. Then Aunt Pauline would howl with laughter. The kind of laugher that made me think that these two people had in fact lived a better life than I ever could. She was my Grandfather's sister and she gave great hugs.
I love this wine. It may be my favorite.
