Country Road, Take me Home

This past weekend found me bidding adieu to yet another place I had grown very comfortable with, maybe I had even loved. My time at the winery has come to a close not but 5 months after I stepped into the vineyards.

The beginning of the end was last week when all of us from the winery headed up to the Red Willow Vineyard in the Yakima valley of Washington state for an end of the year harvest send off. You can see some of Owen Roe's vineyards here. Red Willow is home not only to the oldest vines in Washington state but also to the most photographed site in all of Washington vineyards, their beautiful chapel. Keeping with the traditions of the old world, Red Willow has a chapel at the highest point in their vineyard. Many, if not most vineyards in Europe have a chapel or a Crucifix or a cross at the highest point in the vineyard. To remind them who the true keeper of the vineyard is. We enjoyed burgers made from a cow they had been feeding only organic grass and kept free range and then got an extensive tasting of all the wines we made from Red Willow through the years. We tasted the life of the vineyard, the ups and downs of each vintage through the past decade. The vineyard owners gave us an extensive tour of the vineyard so we could see how the morning and afternoon sun hits the grapes and how that influences sugar levels and pH.

Friday was my final day. I spent it much like I spent many other days, washing barrels and cleaning up the winery. One by one, many of my co-workers came up to me to say goodbye and that they would miss me. I fear I've gone and done it again, gotten very close to people in a state very far away. And then gone and left. When people ask me why I was leaving I told them that "I was born a ramblin' man. Trying to make a living and doing the best I can. When it comes time for leaving I hope you'll understand. That I was born a rambling man."

After work we all headed out to HUB brewery in Portland for a goodbye round of drinks. Almost everyone I met in Oregon showed up. Even the mighty Berlin showed up, in all of his glory. He told the best stories, as usual. Berlin used to be in a popular band that toured the country. One tour, his manager was holding out on all of them with their tour money allowances. So, this angered the band members to the point where they were going to track down their manager and get the money they were owed. The band was going to the bathroom when all the sudden they smelled hot dogs. So, they busted down the stall door to find the band manager eating hot dogs on the toilet. That's when they got their money. It was quite a sad goodbye for me, leaving Berlin, who I had worked the night shift with during the peak of harvest. You get to know someone pretty well when you press 500 gallons of wine with them at 3 in the morning.

Owen Roe was a unique working experience. I probably will never meet families as truly generous and genuine as the Owens and the O'Reillys. I will probably never work with people as funny as Berlin, Jeff, and Matt again, nor a group as talented as the cellar crew at Owen Roe. But, as I told all of them before I left, I wouldn't be upset at all if I was meant to end up as a wine maker in Oregon, but I don't think it is where the Lord intends for me to end up. But, I've been wrong before. Once.

Stephen, my housemate, and Lucy took me to the airport and we said our goodbyes. I told them that we Catholics don't really say goodbye. I told them, as I tell all of my departed Catholic brethren, "I'll see you when I see you." Sooner rather than later, I hope.

Cheers.

Well the work's gotten slow
So where's a boat man to go?
I think I'll float
on down
to Richmond
town

They don't need us any more
hauling freight from shore to shore
that big iron does much more
than we ever could before

So I'll be steppin out tonight
On the cool flow
Floatin' down
down below
The bridge to the waters edge
From the ridge to the ledge
From the hills to the sea
I'll become a memory.

-OCMS

A Pleasant Surprise

Yesterday, my housemate Stephen and I were in the people's republic of Portland doing some shopping down on 23rd and Johnson.  I was sitting on a park bench on the busy street, watching the shoppers go by, the cars frantically weaving in and out.  Just then I heard music from a boom box on the corner.  It was kind of an introductory song, the one from Blues Brothers.  Da na na na na na na na na.  It continued to get louder and build.  Many people passed by the boom box as the music continued to build.   

Just then, a man dressed in a white Elvis costume with a horrible wig showed up and started dancing around to the song.  He went on the corner and pointed to an imaginary audience, then to the other corner of the street and pointed to another imaginary audience.  I think he was supposed to be Elvis of the later years because he was a bit on the portly side.  He then went into traffic, effectively stopping traffic flow and danced around to the music.  He angered the drivers when he pointed to them while essentially shaking it, so to speak.  

He then came on to the side walk and sang 2 Elvis songs.  Every once in a while, he would look into the shop windows, at himself, and wink as he danced around.  People who were walking at an average pace would quicken their step and avert their glances to the swinging and gyrating.  After the second song (I was the only one watching), I started clapping and he said, "Thank you, you've been a great audience."

Elvis then caught the next bus to head to another section of Portland to entertain and raise the spirits of all.

Here is a video posted by someone on Youtube of the Portland dancing Elvis.

Cheers. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tott-8PVipE