Oct 28, 1955
Dear Florence: Not so long ago in a place called Epernay, a restless priest added a succhrage to the pressing of the Pinot grape which is a restless grape, and the ensuing miracle is still with us. With the gift of Dom Perignon even the dull are able to confess interesting sins, which is another way of saying that they have found gold in their leaden lives.
Much, much earlier in our world a boy poured a dossage into a restless girl – From this ferment came an even greater miracle.
Let us love and celebrate your birthday because it is a golden miracle. Let us never deny miracles –
J.S. [John Steinbeck]