My mother wasn’t content keeping
house and drinking coffee with the other housewives. In 1962 when I was ten
years old she shocked the neighborhood by setting her sights on finding a job.
Back then gas was cheap and Sunday drives were a popular pastime. Mom, Dad and
I piled into our Packard and drove into the foothills near Los Gatos. We ended
up at the bottling plant for Almadén Vineyards and noticed a sign offering free
tours of the facility. Read about mother's interesting encounter (here).
