I can remember what must have been among my first experiences with New York State wines, colored as my impression might be. It must have 1969 or 1970 and we had parked our VW camper in an old barn in Red Hook, New York. My family went to spend the afternoon with a couple of other local families, probably drinking and eating too much. All I can remember is the corn and the wine.

I remember the corn because it was particularly fine and the wine, well let’s just say that I still remember the wine and I was five when I tasted it. The memory of that wine stuck with me, not only because of its attributes but also because my father and his friends, all native Italians, were mightily animated by that wine.

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