“Gosh, drinking these Pedroncelli vintage wines really brings me back. Can you guys believe they’re all from 2009? That seems so long ago – like another life…”
“Does it ever. We were all so young then. So full of hope. Kings premiered on NBC, and expectations couldn’t have been higher. Beyoncé was admonishing a nation to Put a Ring On It. And the people of San Francisco still considered themselves fated to lack a World Series title.”
“Sigh. Pass me some white?”
“Just think. When this wine was bottled, the Large Hadron Collider was not even fully operational! That blows my mind. Can it really have gone by so quickly?”
“Who was even President then?”
“Gosh. I don’t know. I’d have to look it up in a history book or something.”
“Where was everybody living at that point. Diana?”
“Ummmm. Let’s see. I was living…here. In the same apartment.”
“Oh wow. Daniella?”
“I’m not even sure if I can remember. Who was I dating?”
“Toby. Your current boyfriend.”
“Oh that���s RIGHT. Oh my gosh: Toby. I almost forgot about him. How embarrassing. So I was living with Toby in the same place as I am now…”
“Those were the days.”
“Were they ever. Now, who wants to get oddly nostalgic about the year this soup was canned? Let’s see... 2005.”
The year was 1927. President Calvin Coolidge captured the imagination of nobody. Babe Ruth hit home run after home run powered by little more than whiskey and sausage. And John Pedroncelli, Sr. bought a vineyard and winery in Dry Creek Valley, Sonoma County. Since then, four generations of Pedroncellis have weathered Prohibition, wine booms and busts, and changing tastes. And they’re still a family-owned operation making acclaimed premium wines. Wherever you are now, Sultan of Swat and Silent Cal, this next glass is for you.
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