Chapter 74

Lennox

Every July 4th, I had the job of picking out the wine from the cellar. It was something my father used to do when I was little but now, all grown up, he delegated the duty to me because I could now tell the difference between good wine and bad wine. Not that we had any bad wines in the cellar, my father always got the good stuff and saved them for special occasions like today.

As I was browsing through the merlots, I stumbled upon a bottle my father and I had popped the day before I was to get married.

I don't know why he had wanted to attend my bachelor's party, but he was so keen on it. I would have brought him along but my friends weren't really digging the idea of my father going with us to a club of strippers and what not.

So, on the night before my wedding, he brought me out to the pool side and with a bottle of Quereu merlot, and he made a toast to a long lasting and happy marriage. We spent two and half downing glass after glass of wine as he educated me on the best