In honor of Father’s Day, here are Newberg fathers and kids working in wine together.
My track and field event in high school was the 3,000-meter race — no one wanted to run it because it was 7½ grueling laps around the track. At full speed.
One spring day of my junior year I finished the last lap, and I saw a woman coming at me, flailing her arms and shouting. In my post-race delirium, I couldn’t tell who it was or why she was yelling at me, but I knew something was very important to her…