My husband, Rob, likes martinis. Dry, no vermouth. Gin (chilled), not vodka. And his gin of preference is Beefeater's. With a twist or an olive, depending on his mood. Served in a martini glass. He has an ongoing dilemma when ordering this drink with bartenders he doesn't know, or don't know him. For years, he ordered it as "Beefeater martini, straight up, no vermouth at all, with a twist" (or olive). But then bartenders began to correct him. They’d say "‘We never use vermou
Certain sentences, some said to me and others said in my presence, have stuck with me verbatim throughout the years. I had so much fun with Part 1 (and received some great shared remembrances from friends) that it's already time for Part 2: "This one really likes to sweat." --A dear friend, introducing her newborn grandson to her work colleagues. "They don't cart away healthy people." --A high school friend, responding to another friend's question "Do you think they are sick?
Certain sentences, some said to me and others said in my presence, have stuck with me verbatim throughout the years. Here's a sampling: "I'll be on my last legs by then." --My father in 1965, when we were talking about the year 2000. Happily, he lived until December 2011. "That's just my face in repose." --My mother, after I asked her what was wrong. "You look nice, but you should be wearing off-black stockings." --A very frank colleague, commenting on my choice of hosiery pr