When my mom died, we cleaned out the house. She’d kept anything that could possibly be of use – jars full of twist ties, bags full of bags, plus things that had no use, like a few old lottery tickets my dad had bought. He never won anything. I kept two bottles of homemade wine, at least 30 years old. We finally opened them when we were moving from our own house. The wine looked golden and beautiful, but tasted like vinegar. I kept the empty bottles, even moving them across the country. I finally brought them in for recycling the other day. I will put the money towards a lottery ticket.
“Heirloom” Bottles
