I loved the welcome I received and the curiosity of my neighbors. As I sat in the afternoon sun, with a fine syrah and sliced cheese and apples, I was asked, "Isn't it a little early?" I responded, "Maybe for sex!" knowing I didn't agree with that thought.
"A young woman like you, alone and sipping wine," the conversation continued, "we usually enjoy our wine around seven." I suggested that they find the same seven and come over immediately because I had plenty of syrah.
My question is, "is there anyone in Alamo that is willing to talk to me during the holidays? I so want to have a HOLLY, jolly, Christmas while I am here. I am sure that Alamo is not only Puritans."
Thank GOD for Walnut Creek! Oh, and God, nice job on Livermore!
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