I went to a Boonville party after a long day of harvest. Bo, Rebecca and I didn’t even change or wash up; we just clocked out, hit Lemon’s for beer on the way, and followed each other down 128 toward town. The gathering was on Ornbaun Road at the home of the bearded guy from Navarro that poured the last time I was there. The location couldn’t have been more convenient for me since my trailer was less than a mile away up Mountain View.
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