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The Genial Enologist

Updated: Aug 26, 2022

Pete Blodgett was a tiny, rotund man with a huge intellect who loved the finer things in life. He was sent to Denver to help grow the business at a new campus the company established. His genial demeanor was part of his charm, and he became a mentor to many of us who were taking leadership roles as the business grew. I wrote this poem for him as he was returning to California to retire. I would note, however, that retirement didn't suit him, and he was back with us a year later.

The Genial Enologist

If you ever dine with Pete,

Big Macs won’t be what you eat.

Blodgett is a true gourmet,

And he likes his lunch flambé.

That’s not to say that he’s a snob—

If I said that I’d risk my job.

But rather Blodgett has his preferences,

Which I note now for future references.

I see him in a blue beret

Drinking nouveau Beaujolais

Sitting on his derriere

Nibbling on his camembert,

Like a French bohemian,

Shaped just like the Michelin man.

Connoisseur means “one who knows”

His Cabernets from his Merlots.

His favorite red wine at the shop

Is labeled Chateauneuf du Pape.

Blodgett also has a nose

For Pinots and Petit Verdots.

But if you want to cause him grief,

Serve him Chardonnay with beef;

And if you want to see him redder,

Offer him Chablis with cheddar.

Know that he prefers a brie

With a Port or Burgundy.

To motivate his calm demeanor

Serve to him Gewurztraminer.

Give him Montepulciano;

Not a wine that tastes like guano.

But if he’s sipping a Spumante,

You bet he’s going the full monty.

To serve him something with panache

Open up a fine Grenache.

If he wants a Fumé Blanc,

He ain’t in no honky-tonk.

But if he wants a Zinfandel

Tell him to go straight to California,

Which is where they make that wine,

And where he’s headed by design.

So now, I guess it’s Auld Lang Syne.

I’ll dearly miss this little swine!

John M. Campbell

September 23, 1999

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