When Words Fail

When words fail, memories have to suffice. A long time ago my wife and I were car camping our way down the Pacific Coast Highway.  We’d setup our camp at the mouth of the Carmel River just north of Big Sur and were preparing dinner when a guy pops into our camp holding a couple bottles of wine.  “If you’ve got a corkscrew, I’ve got some wine…”

Well we did have a corkscrew and Steve didn’t look like a serial killer so we ended up inviting him to share our dinner.  Good wine, food, a river and a campfire make for good conversation… long story short and to get to the point, Steve was a big ol’ Jew! Continue reading