Imagine yourself out at a North Fork tasting room one afternoon. A laborer walks up from the fields of the vineyards, sits down at a table and cracks open a cold bottle of water, taking a minute to rest. And then, one couple in the tasting room starts asking him to leave.
“Excuse me. You’re blocking our view.”
“You pick the grapes. We drink the wine.”
“The workers are supposed to be in the field.”
“I don’t mind them cutting my lawn.” (more…)