During a nice Christmas dinner with our children and grandchildren, I, a widower for a few years, have a quiet moment. No one notices except son Hidde. He sees my tears, points to the delicious Italian wine on the table and says: “Strong stuff, isn’t it, that Brunello?”
Michiel van Seggelen
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