When spitting into the bucket turns into kicking it.

Alot of well-known, reletavely famous and some obscure people have died in the past few months. For the greater part, their deaths have come and gone and I think it over-rated to make a fuss about it. But today I saw that Ernest Gallio passed away at the ripe old age of 97. I'm not a wine fundie, but I do like a bottle with dinner. One of the brands I have always found easy to drink and likeable, over and above all the snob-shit out there, was thanks to him.

Ernst Gallio, one half of the Ernst & Julio Gallio California based winery, had quite a remarkable life story. He seemed to have embodied the "American Dream", something that appears to be well dead. He came from nowhere following quite a devastating family history and died a billionaire. It is remarkable to me to have tanbgibly savoured in such an against the odds story.