Kim started growing his wine cellar in earnest when he was a young lawyer and the kids were little. While I was skimping and saving, he was buying cases of wine every month. It was his project and an all engulfing hobby. There was so much to learn. So many winemakers. So many vintages. Finally I told him one day that when you die, that wine cellar will be my trip to Paris. It was a joke between us for a long time. I didn't expect it to happen, but when it did, I sold some of the wine, and kept a separate fund.  I didn't add it to that account's balance and planned to some day take that trip to Paris. So here I am. To be fair, Kim was also saving and investing in college funds for the boys which made it possible for them to concentrate on their studies even after he was gone. He believed that investing in his kids was the single best investment he could make. So here's to you KC. The wine cellar goes to Paris (and other wine growing regions of France). Salut.