One spring morning I was sitting on the floor of my classroom, reading Green Eggs and Ham to a second grader when one of my middle school students burst through the door, alerting me that someone had defecated in our second floor bathroom- on the floor itself - just inside in the stall entrance. Pandemonium briefly ensued, with a few of my eighth grade students deserting their confused K-2nd grade "reading buddies" to bolt for the bathroom, returning to confirm the worst. It's HUUUUUGE!, one shrieked, It's a SUPER BURIIIIITO! howled another, retreating from the restroom entrance.

And they were right. It was one of the largest I'd seen. The principal was on the intercom before we knew it - the bathroom locked down like a crime scene. An investigation quickly commenced. Bathroom logs (yes lots of puns that day) were collected and to everyone's surprise, the list was down to only two possible culprits. The biggest surprise was that neither suspect was a middle school student - and from my window, astonished, I watched a first and a second grader walking with heads down to the office. The craziest part was the difference between the two. One of them was a bundle of twigs barely over three feet tall - the other only a year older but four times the size, wearing a sleeveless shirt and chunky cotton wristbands, looking like a retired wrestler.

I presumed the little one was probably just a "filler" called in to detract attention from the obvious. But in the end I was mistaken about everything. There was no prank or vile vandalism. Just an gross accident. And to everyone's total shock it was the tiny boy. Big things in small packages they say. The two boys were still sitting near the office chatting and friendly when I stopped by, after walking some of the K-3 kids back to their classroom. You OK? I asked them, trying to convincingly display concern in such a ridiculous situation. I'll never forget the little one's sweet, sad nod and then the larger boy slapping him on the back, offering words he must have picked up from some uncle or sitcom or silly airlines commercial: He's fine, he just needs a vacation!".


We're looking at lots of sunny days and warm weather ahead. For any and all who need to get away - whether you're taking that coastal vacation or simply a day to escape, we're here for you. Come stock up! We've got loads of new rosés arriving weekly, new vintages and new bottles of crisp mineral whites and fresh, chillable reds. Orange wines and Pet Nats and other sparkling delights, cider, and sake... Pantry provisions too!. For relief. For picnics in the park and day trips to the coast, weekend getaways, unplanned parties, backyard BBQs. For your endless evenings of endless warmth ahead.

Cheers,

Daniel