38 years ago and today.

Today, my wife, Pam, and I were fortunate to have some very nice friends come by to see our vinyard. When I was in RVN, I could never have imagined how or what it might take for me to eventually, someday, find happiness, but now I do.

Jim Martin, wife Celia, son Devonte (I hope that's correct. He's ten.), and friends Particus and Clive dropped by to pick some grapes and share some of their wine. What fine people. We sampled wine they had made as well as some we had made. Having someone taste your very own wine is very scary. But their assessments were very gentle and sincere. After they left, Pam and I talked about how much we liked each of them and that we want them to come here whenever they can.

My life is so different from any I could have imagined 38 years ago when I was there "in country." I am so incredibly fortunate. War is such a lesson, a revelation, for those who survive the main event.