The Cleve
Tastings:
In Which Netizen Winos Descend upon the
City of Forests
To Indulge in Friendship, Food and Libation

Co-Host Pam Patt

Co-Host Larry Meehan

Co-Host Mary Meehan
and Jon Cook

Co-Hosts Jeff Faunce and Amy
McClellan
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Storyline:
George Heritier
The Cleve
Tastings
Introduction
The call went out from
the Land of Cleve to come and partake of the fruit of the vine. Team
Gillikin/Patt and
The Merry Larry
Meehans would open
their homes to any that could make the journey. The time was the weekend
of Ten November, but thoughts were on matters other than the legend of
the Edmund Fitzgerald. There were Super Tuscans and Pinot Noirs to
taste, and we took our task seriously.
We arrived in the
early evening on Fire’s Day at Meehan Manor, where Larry, Mary and
little Larry (right) greeted us, as well as that scalawag, Jon
Cook aka Big Dog.
Doggie had rescheduled a business trip in order to attend, and was most
pleased to be able to rub elbows with friends so far from the Left
Coast. Co-hosts Jeff Faunce
and Amy McClellan
followed shortly thereafter, as did Pam
Patt, sans partner Jeff
Gillikin, who was off
to Paris on business most pressing. We were also delighted to make the
acquaintance of Benjamin
Luebbers and Scott
Thiede. Benjamin had
journeyed from Penn's Sylvania, and Scott from Milwaukee, the home of
bottled beer; both have been known to consort with the likes of Russell
Bevan aka Bacchus,
but we didn't hold that against them. Then there was local wine retailer
Bob Eppich,
a friend of the host contingent. And last, but certainly not least, was
our own Chris Gross
aka Chairman Moe Vedre and the "Ice Cream Man," Bob
Graeter, who had
traveled from Cincinnati to attend. (Mrs. Moe was the dutiful
daughter-in-law on this occasion, but would join us on the morrow's
eve.)
There were breads and
cheese, and smoked salmon and mushroom caps; there were white
beans, lasagna and a haunch of beast that once went "Baah!"
But best of all, there was wine, more than we could drink, though we all
did our best. On to Friday's tasting notes
or go head on to Satyr's Day.
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