The Vintage Caper

Our gig last night was magic. If I had gotten more than seven hours of sleep I’d still be reading but I’m too tired to concentrate on one thing for more than a few minutes. Or pages.

This is a whodunnit about a three-million dollar wine heist. I’m in heaven. It also happens to be written by my favorite kind of modern writer: a wit who can keep out of his own way.

Check out this cool, um,”art” installation on the U.S./Canadian border. (Click to enlarge.)

COURTNEY TAYLOR-TAYLOR