The cost of living in Sonoma is impossibly high. Many of my friends and colleagues, approach this problem by commuting, getting roommates, or beating a hasty path to the altar. My lifestyle solution was to live alone in an RV trailer, beholden to no one.
- Brown thumbs are downright shameful for someone working in the wine business: I sample the fruit, help crush it into must, and peddle the wine. So why can’t I seem to grow the stuff?
- My airport/vineyard/winery mashup, with its passionate pilots, tinkering mechanics, and creative commotion, is a different sort of place. Somehow, it’s been a fitting (if unlikely) home.