Chapter 5

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Napa, CAPhilip

THE DRIVE FROM San Francisco to Napa took considerably more than an hour with Charles driving. I’d have gotten us there much more quickly, but he drove at a steady five miles above the limit, no more. We’d booked a room in a nice hotel on the Napa River near downtown, just a couple of blocks from the terminal of the Napa Valley Wine Train. We checked into the hotel just before noon and were shown to a large room with a king-size bed and a balcony overlooking the Napa River. We’d discussed a few things that we might like to do while in Napa, and in furtherance of that we’d gathered some brochures in the lobby of the hotel when we checked in. After we unpacked, we went down to the terrace overlooking the river, ordered a bottle of wine, and began perusing the brochures.