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I was almost halfway through my tour of the vineyard when I spotted it crazily dangling above an attached plant.

Then less than a minute later the plane crashed, BOOOM!

I rushed to the scene…

… only to find an empty cockpit bent up like an old tin can. But where was the pilot? I scanned the grounds from my position for signs of a parachute. None spotted.

Then I went back to the main house and found this tile thingy and knew one was somehow related to the other. Channeling, I realized later. Because I wasn’t the only one who’d made the association. More on that soon.

Despite the oddities, I decided to finished exploring the vineyard to complete my video. “How about that plane crash, huh?” I asked a passing worker in an upper field.

“Happens all the time,” he responded in a Hispanic accent without stopping, surprising me. Initially. Then I followed this up with, “And the vine!” as he was walking away, halting him in his tracks.

He reversed course, venom in his eyes. “What — do you know — about *Viney*?”