I had intended to take a bottle of wine with me to Connecticut for Thanksgiving. In particular, a brand called Fat Bastard sold at the liquor store next to (one of) the pizza shop(s) I slave away at.
As it wound up happening, I completely forgot to buy the wine because I forgot to include it on my “To Do” list I “to did” the day before I left for Connecticut. This is a primary reason why I asked my cousin to ferry me to a liquor store Wednesday afternoon to get some drinky-drinky for the following day, on our return from which she ran over a turkey.
Anyway, as it turns out, I’m kind of glad I didn’t buy the wine after all.
In lawsuits brought by the Healds and small winery operators, the Supreme Court will examine two questions of importance to connoisseurs, consumers and the nation’s $18 billion-a-year domestic wine industry:
â€¢ Does the Constitution’s “commerce clause” prevent states such as Michigan from restricting out-of-state alcohol shipments because such laws interfere with interstate commerce?
â€¢ Or does the Constitution’s 21st Amendment, which abolished prohibition and turned most alcohol regulation over to the states, empower states to restrict interstate sales regardless of what the commerce clause says?
Michigan, New York and 22 other states, supported by the beer and wine wholesale industry and some alcohol-abuse specialists, argue that shipping bans ensure that alcohol is sold only by state stores or licensed retailers. That, they argue, allows states to collect tax revenue and keep intoxicants from being sold to minors or chronic abusers.
Maryland is – of course – one of the 22 other states.
Yes, yes – I know, none of this would have prevented me from packing a bottle of wine into my bag and taking it into Connecticut. But, dammit, I wanted to spread the word about Fat Bastard! Well, that and get to rehash the turkey incident yet again. And, yes, it has been pointed out to me that the bird was most likely a pheasant, but when you’re going fifty miles an hour and it just sort of goes “sqwak” and then you’ve got a whole bunch of feathers, who can really tell, anyway?