One milblogger who writes anonymously, (as many do), commented in private correspondence with the author: […]

One of the things I love about my bar is its ability to chameleonize from a rock-and-roll dive bar to a wine geek tasting post to an annoyingly elitist art world clubhouse to a fashion model/coke whore hang to a gay bar to a bridge-and-tunnel frat party, sometimes incorporating three such incarnations in a night.

But he also regarded viticulture as fitted to increase the comforts, and promote the morality of the lower classes of the Colony — a theme that persists through much of our nineteenth century oenography.

If God should send a cancer upon thy face, or a wolf into thy side