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AOC Fine Wines: Specialty Wine Shops
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I highly recommend the well-chosen collection of French, Italian and other wines from around the world at AOC Fine Wine Shop in New Rochelle, NY; at Nancy's Fine Wine Shop on Manhattan's Westside and at AOC Fine Wine Shop in Old Greenwich, CT. The wines of The Spanish Artisan Wine Group will be available through AOC Fine Wines, through the AOC World Wine Club and in a few selected restaurants and retail shops in January, 2012.
So sad...
ReplyDeleteHis daughter and I grew up together, we were neighbours for many years, so I gew up seeing his paintings,as a kid i would have never thought it, but i have ended up pursuing a career as an artist, and all along my studies ive wanted to speak to him again, but never got around to it. And now its to late.
Rest in peace Don. You will always be remembered.
Thanks, Cassandra, one of the regrets of my life was that I could not see Don more often, and with our mutual friend, artist Rowland Fade. I missed Don when he was alive and I miss him now. I did get to see him in 2003, 2006 and 2010. The last time I saw him, when I took the main picture on this blog, I had a feeling it would be my last. Kay and I spent about a hour with him. It was one of those wonderful hours in a life. I was sorry he was so sick, but I was so glad to see him and communicate. We had adventures together, memorable times like the time a guy was harassing me at one of my Dawes Gallery openings in Mijas and Don pulled himself and offered to punch him out!!
ReplyDeleteHe was quite a character, hehe.
ReplyDeleteMy main memories of him involve the early saturday morning trips up to Mijas Pueblo for breakfast at "La boveda" Don would sit and chat with other artists (how would i have enjoyed those conversations now im old enough for them) wilst Sarah and I would buy sweets and run off to the swings next to the Plaza de Toros.
I also remember that Sarah had LOADS of little flat white stones her dad had painted with cartoon characters. Imagine how little we were aware of their value, that we used to play throwing them out side the house, one of them broke my parents car headlight... the trouble we got in to... hahaha.