It was Dean Martin

Hey pallies, likes any and all of youse faithful Dino-holic readers of ilovedinomartin that there ain't any kind of Dino-devotion that we simply don't loves...if it's Dino-centric, then it is greater then great likes our great great man.   But, likes we gotta 'fess up that we always always loves to read yet 'nother everyday pallie's first person encounter with our most beloved Dino.  Likes today's Dino-remembrance has not been scribed by the original Dino-siter, whose tag is Joan, but by her friend Miss Carol Starr Schneider, who hangs her hat at her blog "SHORT JEWISH GAL."  Miss Schneider's bio tell us that she hailss from Sherman Oaks, Cali and that she is "a writer: TV movies, plays, humor blogs."

Likes in her recent blog post tagged, "Artistic License," Miss Carol shared a vital vignette 'bout one of her long term friends Joan, "a stunning octogenarian" who shared her quite up close and personal encounter with our Dino while she was in school and "walking home from Hollywood High."  Likes if Miss Joan in now eighty, and her glorious glance of our Dino took place while she was still in high school, it means that this Dino-sightin' took place 60+ years 'go.  Likes it musta been likes the total thrill of her life to of had our Dino wave at her from his Cadi!!!!!

We thanks Miss Carol Starr Schneider for passin' on this Dino-tale to her readers and for bringin' Dino-devotees likes we such such deeply deep Dino-delight!  To read all of Miss Carol's post and to view it in it's original source, likes simply clicks on the tag of this Dino-message.

We remain,

Yours in Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

 I'm just honored to spend time with Carrie, Nadine and Joan, a stunning octogenarian who has the best stories ever. "See that corner," Joan said, shlepping us through Hollywood because she loves to drive. Joan is the only person I know who loves to drive. "When I was in school," she said, "I was walking home from Hollywood High and a man in a Cadillac drove by and honked and waved hello. It was Dean Martin." "Did he want you to hop in?" I asked. "No! He just letting me know Dean Martin was driving by." "He wanted you, Joan, admit it." "He did not!"