It Happened In The Winery
The small winery and vineyard my parents owned was about four hours from my home—one of those little towns in the Willamette valley. I didn’t visit often for a variety of reasons, but this time had a purpose. Robby, a co-worker at my office, had come with me. I met Robby when he came to work with our company. It seemed like he just kind of showed up for work at our office building one day. He managed to land some kind of informal, part time legal research gig—something about trademarks and...