A Dark and Stormy Night.

If any night deserves to engage Snoopy’s typewriting fingers, tonight is a good candidate.

Dark? Definitely. Stormy? Certainly. And the rain hitting the window sounds like a skeleton suffering an attack of Saturday Night Fever.

I’m about to go to bed and wanted to write something lyrical, so I did. Ha. The question of why a wine factory is so called can wait until another day.