Dean Martin was my grandma’s boyfriend.
That’s what she said every time he came on the television when I was a kid.
Of course she was teasing me, but to her Dino was the cat’s meow. She thought he was handsome and funny and she loved all of his movies.
I don’t think it hurt that he had a velvety singing voice either.
But, what I remember fondly about Dean Martin is his Christmas album.
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