(Continued from last week!)

Sarah and Christie awoke early the next morning and continued their journey to Cambria. Along the way they stopped at Terra L’Oro to rest and get something to eat. The Inn at Montevena was always a fine place to partake of food and drink.

However, something was different. The place had become run-down and seedy. The clientele was nothing more than a bunch of ruffians and outlaws. At one table alone sat 3 thieves. The ladies thought better about staying and retreated to the door. But there stood the famous scoundrel Rex Goliath and his barefoot friend Cycles Gladiator. Two of the most low-down, no-good scum that ever walked the true earth. The ladies screamed in fear! At that same moment two of Cambria’s most gallant young men, David Bruce and Mark West, were riding by on their fine steeds. They burst through the door, drew their swords and commenced to deloach the pinot-evils. After the fracas the bad men were exiled to the land of Argyle, where they were eventually gored by a dancing bull in a Francis Ford Coppola movie.

The fair young maidens were wed to the two brave men and they lived in Toad Hollow where the air is fresh and the rosenblum. And that’s the story -- enjoy!

How many wines in the story? Stop in and tell me, and get wine for a penny with correct guess.
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( Aug. 1st, 2007 05:53 pm)
In Europe in the early 1700’s there was a small town of Acacia. Residing in this little village were two beautiful maidens-their names were Christine Andrew and Sarah Powell. They longed to marry, but alas Acacia had no worthy gentlemen to take their hands. One day they decided to journey to the town of Cambria. It was a two day journey, but they had heard that there were many fine young gentlemen there who were La Crema the crop, and perhaps they could find their future husbands.

Early in the morning they went to MacMurray Ranch and saddled their beautiful horses Gypsy Dancer and Cacophony. Off they rode at a brisk pace. They rode on and on, over Archery Summit, through the woods of Ren and Ravens. Across the Heights of Bethel and Mary Hill. At dusk they stopped at the Inn of Nickel and Nickel. They feasted on toasted head of lamb. They must have drank at least a Gallo of wine.

After the meal they returned to the verandah where they enjoyed a glass of Bundschu Brandy and a a smoking loon size Cigarzin. That night they slept soundly dreaming of finding the loves of their lives. They could sense they were Clos du Bois. (That's French for 'close to boys'.)

-continued next week-

PS: How many wines are mentioned in this article? Come in and give me the exact amount-you get a bottle of wine for a penny!
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