Yesterday I was reminded of Dean Martin.

Hey pallies, how cool to know that more and more of today's youth are thinkin' of our Dino. From a very new blog, only a couple of months old, less then 20 posts fresh....COSMOPOLITANA is the creation of a young New York City dwellin' lady with Spanish roots. And of all the wonderful world of enterainers that this young miss coulda chose to blog 'bout first, likes who is the VERY FIRST that she is "reminded" of....none other then our most beloved Dino!

Below is her first homage of our great man...translated for you from the original Spanish. Loves, loves, loves! the pix of our Dino as Matt Helm on the round bed that she has chosen to use to grace her Dino-reflections. To view this in it's original format and read it in the original language, please clicks on the tagg of this Dino-gram. Dino-loved, DMP


Friday April 8, 2011 Dean Martin



Yesterday I was reminded of Dean Martin. The "King of Cool" was a member of a group of New York artists known as the "Rat Pack." The name was originally assigned to a group of friends in Hollywood Bogart organized around their private activities that extended into the wee hours of the morning and that included a young Frank Sinatra.

Legend has it that after a long night in Las Vegas, Lauren Bacall saw them come broken and tired he said "you look like a goddamn bunch of rats!"

Some of the original members of the gang were Luft, Bogart, George Cukor, Spencer Tracy, Nathaniel Benchley, Judy Garland, Katherine Hepburn and David Niven. The version of the 60's consisted of Sinatra, Martin, Sammy Davis Jr., Joey Bishop and Peter Lawford. Occasionally they were joined by Shirley MacLaine women whom they regarded as "one of the boys."

Dean Martin drank heavily, he said, drunk drank because I could not help but think of Eddie Fisher. Abstainers gave him much pain "I feel sorry for people who do not drink. When they wake up in the morning is when they will feel better all day "he would say.

These rats also liked to surround himself with women. His close friend and chief of the cage said, "When Frankie dies should donate his fly to the Smithsonian."