Sunshine Springs, California was bursting at the seams with tourists.
The height of summer had arrived, and with it, an influx of both true wine
connoisseurs and also wannabe wine connoisseurs. Many of the Sunshine
Springs locals liked to complain about how overwhelmed the town became
every summer, but not me. Perhaps it was because I was still fairly new in
town, and hadn’t had enough years to become truly annoyed at the summer
tourist invasion. Or perhaps it was because I appreciated the fact that lots of
tourists meant lots of income for everyone here in Sunshine Springs.
Our town ran on tourist dollars. I, for one, was happy that my pie shop
was busy from the moment I opened in the morning to the moment I closed in
the evening. Perhaps many thought it was strange that a pie shop called the
Drunken Pie Café was busy even at eight A.M. when I first threw open the
doors. My specialty of booze-infused pies didn’t seem like the sort of thing
most people wanted to partake of at that early hour. But I did serve
nonalcoholic pies as well. Even though those pies were a bit less fun then my
drunken pies, they tasted just as good.