““At mid-morning, David stood among the rows, among the young mustard plants, at the MacMillan vineyard. He felt useless, out of touch and more than a little panicked because his just-turnedseventeen- year-old son had driven off to school that morning behind the wheel of a secondhand convertible. "Don't you have some papers to push?" Tyler asked him. "Up yours." "In that case I won't suggest you head over to the caves to check on the month's drawing. We're going to be testing the '93 Merlot for starters.””
