Monday, April 14, 2008
We thought yesterday, being mid-April, would be a perfect day to get out in the country for a hike and perhaps a quick stop by a winery for lunch, all in celebration of my friend Debra turning the big five-oh. Instead we had a bit of snow, some rain, cold, overcast skies, and wind. So we improvised--skip the hike, spend the whole time at a winery.
Yes, Missouri wine. I'm not here to defend it, though others would. We drank it. We enjoyed it.
The best part: a singer who billed himself as Maury Sinatra. He had a great voice, a fine trio behind him, and a marvelous repertoire. (We could have sung along to all of them but saved it till the drive home.)
No, this is not the winery. Just an interesting ruin of a farmhouse.
Debra and Maury