Outside the Minnesota state line PART 1

Outside the Minnesota state line there lived a man called Tinterelli. He used to collect fortune cookie affirmations, and even tape them onto his laptop. Some called him strange, but they would be kind anyway. Our man Tinterelli didn't actually hail from outside the Minnesota state line, but that was where he found himself. In fact, his people could be found most commonly in the Tinterama region of south western Italy. But we won't quibble here.

"Hang on." she said, "I believe a glass of wine is in order."

Of course, the wine shall be from the Tinter varietal grape vines tended lovingly by the Tinterelli clan, one and all. Excepting of course, the Gipini's, a wandering tribe, who also invariably worked to bring in the grapes, in season. And we mustn't forget the hard-working travelling labourers from Bulgaria, nor the inventive light-spirited pixie from Albania.

Chip, the unfair story writer smiled, and waited patiently for her return, with the prized bottle in hand.

[PAUSED]