Greetings in April

Spring has come like high tide, following low tide at the 79th Street Boat Basin, with empty bottles and cans, floating to shore with the other refuse that any city the scope and scale of New York would render where similarily situated. What city wouldn't yield so rich a variety of afterbirth with each new morning, in the aftermath of what new dramas preformed and songs sung?

And so we return, boats upon the current, bobbing back into our past, and future grants for the study of Boxed Wine consumption patterns, new product development, trials and tribulations, if you will.

Spring, upon us, and wine, like sunlight pours.