Jake Lorenzo went out in the vineyard today. Nature doesn’t seem too concerned with the pandemic. Grapes were entering veraison, tendrils were stretching to the sky, and leaves shined that bright green color of continued vigor. None of the vines wore masks, but no one seemed concerned. Vineyards are tranquil, peaceful places until the frenzy of harvest. Pickers shuffling through the rows, grape picking knives severing bunches from the vine and the noise of tractors pulling bins, as they...