Gatsby's Vineyard

You might have heard of THE GREAT GATSBY, F. Scott Fitzgerald’s homage to a man with money and an impossible dream. The problem with that kind of dream is that it often ends up killing you.Sandra, an old friend of mine, had a gift for nourishment. In Napa Valley’s lush wine country, she put me together after Fiora and I split the first time.I owed Sandra for her simple, life-giving generosity. When trouble came knocking at her door years later, I was just the man to open it.But Fiora was dreaming her fey Scots dreams of danger and death. She wouldn’t let me go without her.If I had known what I was getting into, I never would have let her come with me to Napa Valley, where wine and blood ripened in the sunshine...