I am in Athens, Georgia getting set to try a case starting tomorrow (Monday). Have been here since Friday. This is a georgeous college town, and tonight I had a radicchio salads and
a pizza with artichokes and olives cooked in a wood fire brick oven imported from Italy, with a galss of rose Pinot Grigio. This restaurant, called "Bischero," stands up to anyplace I've been anywhere. They make their pasta fresh daily. I'm going back tomorrow night. Who knew?


"Io sono stanco, sono imbigliato, and I wan't everyone here to know, there ain't gonna be no trouble from me..Don Corleone..Cicc' a port!"

"I stood in the courtroom like a fool."

"I am Constanza: Lord of the idiots."