I was born in Maryland and spent my first thirty years living there, first in the Appalachian Mountains, then on the Eastern Shore, and later in suburban Washington. After a year in South Carolina, I moved to Georgia in 1977. I soon met another park ranger who worked in Florida. She was a wonderful woman who became my best friend. then my wife, and soon the mother of our three children. I spent over eleven years working in the historic city of Savannah, Georgia, and on the moss-draped sea islands nearby before moving to Atlanta.. In 2007, I retired from the National Park Service and a career dedicated to preserving and interpreting resources and themes in the cultural and natural history of the United States. It was a most rewarding experience. Today, I enjoy living in the rolling hills and woods of the Appalachian Piedmont east of Atlanta.
Indeed. There really is a national day for that delicious beverage staple, the dry martini. It is a classic though, no vodka allowed. Wikipedia has an informative post about the drink, including a few recipes. The information there may be useful but there is no finer discourse on the martini than Judge Robert Bork's 1996 article in National Review. Thanks to columnist Kathryn Jean Lopez you can enjoy it here.
For me the perfect cocktail calls for some perfect jazz. Today we'll enjoy a cut from John Coltrane's album, Blue Train, released in 1957. It may be sixty years old but it still sells well and consistently ranks among the top jazz albums of all time.
When it's time for dinner and relaxing afterward I suggest the 1963 album John Coltrane and Johnny Hartman - also an all-time top ranked album - in addition to another martini. This combination must only be enjoyed with the one you love. No better way to enjoy the progression of the evening and the close of National Martini Day.
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