Thanks to the untiring efforts of the permanent residents of the Dixie Treat Mobile Home Court (pictured at left), Doswell now can claim a “Wine District” as one of the 4-point initiatives designed to promote tourists and travelers to Doswell and away from Ashland.A wine tasting next Saturday will kick off the introduction of this high-class addition to the area. “I have to credit the residents of the Dixie Treat with their single-minded aggressiveness in getting the wine district off the ground” says self-appointed Doswell town father Wally Grodin. “I have never seen those people so focused and determined.”
Casual visitors to Doswell may not recognize Dixie Treat’s Ten-High Boulevard next Saturday, as all the spare tires were carted off by the “Homeschooligan” youth gang, the clothes lines were taken down and many of the junked cars up on blocks have been cleverly disguised as planters.
“The wines available for tasting will run the gamut, from sparkling off-whites to dark red blanc de blancs,” says Grodin, who got a jump-start on the tasting, judging by his purple lips and slurred speech. “Many of the home-made varieties available include those made from common ingredients, like grapes, plums, raspberries and rhubarb, to more exotic flavors, tempting some Doswellians and visitors who wish to ‘walk on the wild side’ as far as their wine preferences are concerned.”
For example, Ray-Ray Collier has a rich, winey-smelling fermented concoction made from cantelopes, Wal-Mart mangos and orchard grass, filtered through a tractor radiator. “Guaranteed not to cause blindness!” he says somewhat assuredly.
Those two guys everybody thinks are gay, Rusty and Bo, have bottled a low-cost California-style blend of several types of wine that they insist will not turn your tongue blue and gives MD 20/20 a run for its money, both in cost and quality. Or so they claim.
Lurleen Babcock set out several cases of a “buttery and disobedient” 1998 Chateaucroiteux she bought at a Farmville Dollar Tree that was going out of business way back in 2002. “This wine aged better than milk,” she says, having cracked open the screw cap and tossed back a generous gulp of the blood red, pulpy libation to test its “earthiness”, an apparent wine term.
Visitors to the Dixie Treat for the kick-off to the wine tasting should park behind the recycling cans, then walk all the way around the fence, turn right at the sign and follow the gravel cut-through between the Grismann’s Singlewide and Mr. Halliday’s converted Greyhound bus over to Ten-High Boulevard.
