"Maybe we're ragged and funny..."
I feel damned lucky at this juncture of my life, despite many problems and traumas and the usual business of living past 40, but there are some things I wish I could afford to buy. And to buy whenever I felt like it.
I'm not talking about Brioni suits (those were the days) or M-series BMWs (ditto until it snowed), but alcoholic beverages of great sublimity. Like the best Cognacs and, ah, Armagnacs. To me the highest pinnacle of the distiller's art.
Like those Cognac-like rums from the DR and other points south, a vital part of the old New England connection.
Like the top Margaux and Pauillacs I used to guzzle with such joy back in the Seventies, always my favourite Bordeaux.
Like the supreme Clos de Vougeots and Echezaux and Corton-Charlemagne my wife and I used to drink so gratefully back when we hardly had enough money for a piece of meat every now and then, when our infant daughter ate her weight in Havarti I took from the wine-and-cheese shop I worked at.
Life, memory, taste, joy. Why are these things often so costly, such a sacrifice, such a rarity?
"Tristeza nao tem fim,
Felicidade sim"
Maybe if they were in abundance we would take them for granted and drown ourselves in mediocrity. Like the music you downloaded.
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