The Ballad of East and West

Wine bridges all obstacles Antoinette,

The history of making America Great began a few millennia ago after the famous "Raucous in the Caucas" and what better way to understand our true history than with the metaphor of Wine. Noted mediator, Genghis the Really Nice, told the feuding gangs of the area (the reds and the whites) to go in opposite directions to avoid arguments where East is East and West is West, and never the twain shall meet....so those with reddish skin from the east half of Siberia thought they could find success in the land of RFK and took the shortcut East across the land bridge before global warming ruined that passage, 10,000 years ago! (You know if we just would have waited, we could have saved a lot of money on the Panama canal). Meanwhile those with pale-ish faces came from the west half and followed the sun towards that big star in Dallas after picking up some French wine and vines. 'Merica! The place known (before teetotaling teachers got involved and changed the expression to the land of milk and honey) as the land of wine and money (sorry Dubai). Movement is good. It's always important to have a fresh point of view. But with a new perspective comes added responsibility and after fast forwarding a few years we find that there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth. When two strong men stand face to face, though they come from the ends of the earth! You're going to be bumping into new people who will undoubtedly be different from you. Don't judge a book by its cover, a wine by it's label, or a people by a bad Google map ("who put that hemisphere there? "... Columbus) Use your words, find alternative ways to release aggression like the NFL and always hedge your bets. Bring white and red varietals and feel free to bring the bubbly for those "I don't really care about sports" types. Whatever you do don't come empty handed (Custer). Since May 25th is National Wine Day, let's have a national PowWow and plan this year's game get togethers, where East meets West, redskins and palefaces, cowboys and Indians can settle their differences they way man was meant to... on the gridiron...Where spears and scalping will get you a 15 yard penalty, and bullets will be quick accurate passes over the middle. The rest of us will be drinking wine and throwing things at the tv. Then we can party into the next day and celebrate the birth of the greatest cowboy of them all, John Wayne,  while heeding the words of that famous Nez Perce, Chief Joseph... "from where the sun now sits, I will only drink wine and fight no more forever"... because this land is your land, this land is my land, from California to the New York islands... this land was made for you and me.