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    The Adventures Of Bette Porter And Sissee Gardner After Yale (Part 3, Chapter 8)

    Story written on July 4, 2007 by sissee gardner.
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    Now maybe only a few people actually saw the kiss but more must have heard them comment on it and still more heard Bette’s expletive.


    The Adventures Of Bette Porter And Sissee Gardner After Yale (Part 3, Chapter 8)

    PART THREE: MENDOCINO, CALIFORNIA

    Chapter 8

    The next morning Bette drove south, heading back down to Hwy 128, the same road we drove up on Thursday evening. We wanted to visit the cluster of small vineyards that envelope the rolling hills of Anderson Valley.

    Earlier, we had awakened that morning to a lazy snow fall, outside the big bay window of our bedroom, all of which dusted the ground below. It was a pleasure to see as we stood watching the white pristine flakes – much the same as we had enjoyed the hypnotizing fireplace, the night before.

    The snow did not last very long however, so we went on our hike along the headlands again, after which we repeated our breakfast in the village as well.

    Now, on the highway, Bette pulled into a family owned winery where we took a tour. Our guide boasted that they handled all the aspects of the business themselves, from the crush, to fermentation, to aging and bottling, to marketing and bookkeeping.

    Bette was so impressed with their Pinot Noir that she bought a case. It was too pricey for my purse but I did buy one bottle to hopefully share with her over dinner someday in Newport Beach.

    We covered all the wineries on the left side of the valley, making occasional purchases of quality wines. Then we turned around and started coming back, checking them out on the right side.

    We tasted wine of course in each establishment and enjoyed the experience of it, learning how to appreciate the good stuff. We were having a really great time together. However, those happy feelings were about to be ruined by an unfortunate series of events.

    Our next stop was Brantwood Cellars. We drove up the long tree-lined road to an awesome stone-walled estate, that looked like an ancient castle. Their tasting room was downstairs in a cellar-like room that was dank, damp and cold. There was a beautiful oak carved bar against one wall though, as well as painted murals on the other walls and bistro table and chair sets placed in no particular order on the cement floor.

    The place was packed. In fact, it being a Saturday, all the wineries had been crowded. There was no place to sit but I found a space to stand against one of the walls, while Bette went to the bar for some Chardonnay samples.

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    2. Unfortunately, a real eye opener. I hope Bette has patience, everyone is always at different points in their life with this type of thing. If you care, you’ll help them through it.

    4. Excellent chapter, Sissee. Of course, it was 20 years ago and public opinion seems to have mellowed. Or is it distracted by this idiotic war and current sorry state of politics at the highest level? A commutation and possible pardon for a convicted felon who found guilty by a jury of his peers. It is ironic that this egregious decision comes two days before our Independence Day from a dictator King. Have a great July 4th!

    7. You know Azmama, just one more thing. There is a lady on my MB thread who is 75 years old. She often referred to herself as being old so I wrote and asked her just how old she was and she told me. I asked her why she watched TLW and she said that she had been happily married to a man for 52 years but her best friend has a granddaughter who is gay, whose parents have disowned her. Well, she and her friend decided to watch TLW and from there she went to Betteville and has been posting ever since. I am proud of her for being so open minded as to find out what it was all about and then feeling comfortable with it. She adores her friends grandchild and accepts her for who she is, not trying like the parents to shape her into who she isn’t.

    8. Azmama, Thanks for reminding the readers that this takes place over 20 years ago when things were different for homosexuals. I do indeed believe that things have mellowed but it may not be because of political distractions. It’s people being more educated about it, thanks to shows like TLW.

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