October 1, 2014 Wednesday
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flat, uninteresting; lacking liveliness
…as in a vapid conversations, many of which I have had and contributed to.
My grandfather, Luigi Feole, from Naples, used to make decidedly unvapid wine in his basement…crushing the grapes, storing it in aromatic, moist ancient wooden wine barrels in his basement, the pungent grape aroma mixing with the wonderful smell of mold and dirt. Amazingly, I never took a single drink during my years at Princeton but, ironically, kept a huge gallon jug of Grampa's wine in a wooden box that served as a seat under the Gothic windows of my dorm room in Cuyler Hall. I think it was a reminder of my roots and an inspiration, a sense of gratitude for the privilege of being there. I was keeping it for a memento and, several months later, I thought I would just taste it. It had turned to vinegar…and I had waited to long and had missed this opportunity. A lesson in chemistry and in life for this rookie.
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