THEN, I got distracted and I lost my focus and I misplaced my plan.
Kinda like life.
But I remember something that I wanted to say...
It all comes from the fact that I was standing at the big Zinfandel soiree, talking to a guy who makes really great Zin in Lodi, when a couple walked up next to me and made the comment... "We're from New Orleans and we brought a whole group with us."
It was over... Lodi Guy was Chopped Liver... I turned from him to my newly discovered family (and I don't do that easily.. I've spent too much of my life cultivating my cool professional, sophisticated, cultural persona).
You're from New Orleans???
Yeah you right.... Everything in the room - and it was a pretty nice room - kind of disappeared.Only ONE THING mattered; these were folks from home.
I've searched for that one thing most of my life, and I have been frustrated by its completely frivolous behavior.
But I'm starting to get it... When my heart jumps and my mind races and I know who my people are... I don't know if I've earned my citizenship, but I know where my heart belongs.
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