In case you haven’t heard, I have an arch-nemesis, Steve Heimoff. Now, I didn’t always have Steve Heimoff as an arch-nemesis. Way back when, when I was coming up through the bush leagues, a scrappy fellow by the name of Tom Merle called me out, and thus a rivalry was born. Then, at some point, I got a girlfriend, replaced the ’73 alfa with a sparkling new Passat, grew a mustache, and felt I was ready to move on to a real arch-nemesis, the aforementioned Mr. Heimoff. Now, for some people it is difficult to move on from these types of situations, and apparently Tommy Boy thinks we are still arch-nemeses, but alas we are not. I’m a sporting fellow though, and I’ll indulge the water-balloon-esque comment bombs on the Wine Mutineer OWC Page. Continue Reading »






