There's nothing like the taste of wine to make the afternoon divine, a novel Main Street tasting room gives townfolk pleasures of the vine. The stress of life, the woe of whom are waiting for the buds to bloom, are leading to dysphoric blues, yet wine may lift this hamlet's gloom. The opening of Oz is news, its storefront cast in vibrant hues, their melancholy cast aside, with cellar racks from which to choose. The implications, county-wide, is that the Oz will now provide new wine selections never seen in bergs once filled with civic pride. The chefs now come with swank cuisine, as Oz was in a magazine, the town that once was in decline is now the region's posh new scene.
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AuthorJack has published over 350 poems in his career, many with his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana. Archives
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