Last week I attended a wine tasting event/expo.
Needless to say, there was wine, more wine and then some.
It was an opportunity for me to kind of practice all those wine facts I happen to have stored in my head for a while.
For example, I got to swirl the wine in the glass, sniffed and then did the whole spreading it inside my mouth thingy. For that 40 minutes I was there, I was a wine expert.
My interaction and interviews with attendees word like dry, sweet, fruity, oak and other wine terms were thrown around. You couldn’t tell me I didn’t know what I was doing. I got to talk about wine glasses too. For example, which glasses you use for whatever wine you’re having. I also spoke with a wine expert about what meals to whatever bottles of wine with.
I left the event without deleting evidence of me drinking on the job. Unfortunately, now my boss now has evidence to use against me, never. In my defense, i couldn’t possibly write a story without actually experiencing what the people felt right?
(This post sounds so useless and makes no sense to me. Bye)
Part of my beat as a reporter here in the Virgin Islands entails me interviewing and documenting the lives of some of the territory’s senior citizens.
This is something I enjoy doing. You seat for an interview with these seasoned residents and you leave feeling refreshed and with a very new and joyful outlook on life.
One of the seniors i’ve interviewed is Carmelita O’Neal.
Ms. O’Neal lives just a few yards away from my office. Each time we meet, she has the most inspiring things to say and is almost always grateful for like.
What’s the matter? Why have you chosen to ignore my need for your attention?
I’m beginning to think you’re out there laughing at me with each letter I write. Whatever the case is, there’s this part of me telling me you’re just waiting on the perfect time to show up. My intuition is right. I know it is.