Corners

While Laura and waited in JFK for our flight to Venice I had what I was sure to be my last beer, unless if course I drank it fast enough then I could have another one before we took off to wine country.
Since I am writing this with hide sight I now know that this was not my last beer. My brother has gotten into wine since he has lived in Italy but he still enjoys a beer sometimes. Conveniently enough he lives in northern Italy so he is close enough to Germany to get some fine beers from north of the boarder. I also had an Italian beer called Isaac in Venice but now I am getting ahead of myself.