My previous blog was titled “Phyllis Diller and Wine” because those were the two things I actually knew enough about to feel comfortable writing about them. I’ve expanded a bit to include my cats and things that go on around the neighborhood and how I stay busy with golf and pottery, but originally I started with this explanation of what I thought I was doing, and it’s still pretty accurate:
So what DO Phyllis Diller and wine have to do with each other?
… not a lot. Except that those are two things I know about. I worked for Phyllis Diller for nearly two years back in her heyday in the 70s. And as for wine, well, I’ve taken a lot of classes, visited a lot of vineyards, talked to a lot of winemakers and am diligent about doing my homework — you betcha!
As for Phyllis and wine, the only wine I ever saw her drink was champagne, but not the way you’re thinking … she mixed it with gin. A bartender in Toronto dubbed it a Killer Diller. Yeah, I hear you — “what a waste of champagne!” But wait — it wasn’t really champagne. It was sparkling wine from California. There, doesn’t that make you feel better?
So let’s talk about Phyllis … on the road … at home .. taping TV shows. Or how about Fang? (She assured us all he was fictional. All I can say is I never actually met him …)
Or let’s talk about Albrino (and no, I don’t know how to get that little tilde over the “n” – or the accent in tilde, either. Do you? Please do tell!) and Chablis and Mouvedre and Zinfandel. Or better yet, let’s share a glass. A toast to that legendary icon of American comedy — Phyllis Diller!