The Martini

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Our mother was most particular about her Martini.  There was never enough ice in the glass even when it was stacked way over the rim.  Actually, there was never enough gin either.  I made her a drink one Fall evening; rushed to the VW; snapped the photo; and was told to pile some more into the sweating tumbler.

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