We had no clue that my first vintage of making wine would be during my dad's last year on earth...to foot-stomp my first harvest, adding a third generation of Kettmanns to the bottling.
Thankfully, me and my dad's relationship was always tight. My mom's ascension from-receptionist-to-top-floor in Silicon Valley enabled him to mostly retire... of his first career when his struggling golf shop closed.
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