My ancient Uncle Mort is not one to speak negatively of neighbors, unless they live at least three cattleguards away.He recently “spilled the beans” on a neighbor who lives so deep in the thicket that no one passes his house going to town.The old guy admitted to Mort recently that he had made a high-bar new year’s resolution. A fan of the grape, he vowed to swear off the devll’s brew, “except maybe on holidays.”He said he maintained his sobriety until Valentine’s Day before uncorking a bottle, or “maybe it was two bottles.”The challenge became daunting. He wasn’t sure he ...