Sorry to be out of touch, friends, readers, supporters, detractors, what-have-you, but I have been in New York since last Sunday, and don’t return to the fabled Bluff City until early Tuesday morning. I’m sitting in the Starbucks at Third Avenue and East 66th (not quite like Auden’s “low dive”), finally connected to the vast internet through my new laptop computer and typing as fast as I can. I have eaten well and tasted well and just plain drunk well this week, and I will be sharing most of this material with you in posts to this blog and on the website in the next few days. And I’m far from finished. It’s funny how one event leads to another, so I have a big tasting of Faiveley Burgundies tomorrow, debuting the splendid 2005 vintage, and two major tastings Monday. Then it’s handfuls of aspirin and a 6:30 a.m. flight back home.

Oh, it sleeted and snowed Thursday night and all day Friday and most of last night, and now the streets and sidewalks are piled with sleet and snow and slush. Yuck!

Later.