Oct 19, 2015
Growing up in the late 60s and 70s, was a time of jazz music and neighborhood get-togethers in my house. My dad had a jazz band that practiced every week, and the neighbors would gather on Saturday night, all dressed up, while I watched from the hallway. Part of the festivity was rolling out a bar cart. With chic martini glasses, Glass decanters with colorful liquids, cool stirring sticks, and cocktail shakers in stainless steel, and an elaborate handled ice bucket, that cart meant wonderment to me.