{"id":1654,"date":"2015-05-06T11:13:00","date_gmt":"2015-05-06T11:13:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/2015\/05\/06\/napa"},"modified":"2021-09-03T04:24:38","modified_gmt":"2021-09-03T11:24:38","slug":"napa","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=1654","title":{"rendered":"Napa"},"content":{"rendered":"

He shuts the door and grabs a chair to talk to me, teary eyed and pathetic.<\/p>\n

“It’s the end….I just want to thank you for all you have done for us…”<\/i>

<\/i>I’m too old for pathetic sympathy. I jump on a plane to find new direction in the endless rows of grapevines known as the Napa Valley.<\/p>\n

The lack of rain in California leaves the rivers almost dry. One can’t even commit a proper suicide here. The aqueducts have a calming symmetry though. I’ll take what I can get.<\/a><\/p>\n

Row after row of newly forming grapes sparkle in the springtime, a funny contrast to the crosses that start their foundation for life.<\/p>\n\n

The rolling hills call for me to hike the trails. I find a small cemetery with a few headstones. It appears to be a family plot. The weather beaten fence surrounding them can’t stop the weeds from taking over.<\/p>\n

There seems to be a deeper meaning in there somewhere, I just need to let go of the anger and frustration myself, as no matter what I do, the weeds will eventually win.<\/a><\/p>\n

Let’s follow a new path, and see where it leads.<\/p>\n\n\n

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