It's that time of year when I wave my middle finger at #wine snobs on the Fediverse and unapologetically enjoy some #BeaujolaisNouveau. Yes, I know it's not good wine. But my great uncle always brought some to Thanksgiving, along with every New Yorker cartoon clipped out for me to enjoy. Most 12 year-olds don't laugh at New Yorker cartoons. I realize only in retrospect he was likely neurodivergent and ace and recognized my eccentricities.
Bottoms up, uncle, wherever you are.