My name is Bill, and after a week-long trip to Napa Valley my son decides he wants a wine barrel for his soon to be remodeled patio. I made a phone call to a dear friend whose parents happen to own the winery that my wife claims I spend way too much money at while she sips another glass. Within about a week lo and behold but what should appear on my loading dock but 2 wine barrels. I allowed my son to pick his barrel but with a caveat; I wanted to see if I could make it look awesome. The look on his face was to say the least uncertain, but he caved in. After a few days planning the fun began and as they say the rest is history.