Friday, November 16 Bart and Lorraine joined the guests as Governor Phil Murphy and his wife Tammy as they opened the doors of their Drumthwacket residence to celebrate Governor’s Cup Garden State Wine Awards. ‘Twas a glorious opportunity to celebrate & sample New Jersey’s exploding, world class wine industry, and for Bart & Lo to meet so many old friends they made in authoring The Garden State Wineries Guide.
Bart & Garry Pavlis NJ’s Prime Wine Judge and Guru toast the state’s winery explosion – now up to 50. Gary, who penned the forward for The Garden State Wineries Guide, runs tours statewide.
Bart congratulates Louis Caracciolo, wizard vintner of world class Amalthea Cellars for winning the Best Red and Best Wine Overall in 2018
NJ Secretary of Agriculture Doug Fisher (left) and Bart prepare a bottle swap of their own homegrown wines.
Bart & Lorraine enjoy Drumthwacket’s gubernatorial hospitality, and celebrate The Governor’s Cup Awards with many wine-making friends.
Ah, Cape Cod where the wind blows away the chaff of society and the waters unfetter the soul.
I emerge from his morning swim ritual in Cape Cod Bay – water temps ranging from a tingling 48 to an invigorating 56 degrees.
Feb. 23rd – Summer Fun for the Young – And Young at Heart by Bart Jackson
Those who have gazed wistfully at the slender hull of a rowing shell slicing across the lake, and admired that precise human unison that strokes it smoothly along: your time has come. The Princeton National Rowing Association is offering you a sliding seat at the shell — eight or four person — and the opportunity to be one of those athletes stroking across Mercer Lake in concert with your comrades. And it is not just for the youngsters any more. Read the full article: http://princetoninfo.com/index.php/component/us1more/?Itemid=6&key=2-21-18pnrahttp://princetoninfo.com/index.php/component/us1more/?Itemid=6&key=2-21-18pnra
While out skiing this morning to check the vines in their vineyard and brush the snow off their solar panels, we sighted this photo of what we claim to be an over-bundled Yeti crossing our property. Lorraine thinks he may have stowed away in our packs when they came back from Tibet. Bart says Lorraine is always complaining about how heavy her pack is.
Have fun and stay warm
“People have fought and died for the right to be judged by a jury of their peers.” The instruction video had announced it to the 300-some folks sitting in that basement room of the Middlesex County courthouse. Now the Judge Vincent Leblon had just said it again to us of the 40-person jury pool in his courtroom. And for petit juror 0689, these words struck home.
I was fully aware that today, most American citizens would be battling almost as ferociously to avoid sitting on a jury as our forefathers had to win us this vital freedom. Previously, upon learning of my notice to report, all my friends had audibly sympathized with my being called up and proffered their best tips for wrangling an excuse from serving.
Yet here I sat, in the eight-person jury box, having dodged several sidebar questionings each of which could have won me an excuse. The dental surgery could be postponed. I could re-schedule the two radio shows, and pass on my friend’s funeral. The judge had convinced me – serving on this jury was important. Then, during the final round of questions one of the lawyers deemed me not to his liking and I was dismissed. There would be no trial for this citizen. My life could get back to normal. No exciting interruptions, all my best-laid plans could take place. Life could resume its predictability. Although a bit relieved, I walked out of Middlesex County Courthouse with a sigh.
Wishing You Every Success,
– Bart Jackson