Cath and I recently saw “A Christmas Carole” at Ford’s Theatre, our 12th year in a row. I always find it renewing and every year, a different character or part of the play touches me. Not just Scrooge, or Tiny Tim, or the Ghosts, but sometimes a minor character like Old Fezziwig stays with me and provides inspiration.
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It was raining as I left our West Point 45th reunion last Sunday. I took the longer, slower route home to Virginia rather than drive Interstate 95. Tired and emotionally spent, I didn’t trust myself on a route that would have more traffic. I knew I would be thinking about West Point, the reunion and my classmates.
And of course, that’s what happened. The reunion, mixed with memories of West Point and my time in the Army cycled through my brain. Was it really 45 years since we graduated? It turned out the answer was yes.
Due to health issues, Cathy didn’t make the trip (she’s OK). It was a tough choice for her not to go to this reunion, but it was the right decision. Having dated since high school, and marrying each other right after my graduation from West Point, she too made the journey through my time at the Academy and in the Army. We’ve known many of these folk for nearly fifty years and together we have attended every reunion since the fifteenth. If I were to pass away, she would be welcomed with open arms by my classmates at any event, and they would help her in any way they could.
On October 25th, the day before the official start of our reunion, someone noted online the conditions were a bit nicer than 40 years previously on the same date. That was the day Operation Urgent Fury, the United States intervention in Grenada began at dawn. Several members of our class* were in the 82D Airborne Division and a part of the operation. It was a reminder that although we were “Cold Warriors” against the Russians, many of our classmates spent time in combat around the globe.
I arrived early Thursday afternoon and the weekend passed in a blur. The reunion hotel was a little over an hour from West Point. With 500+ attendees, there are no hotels at West Point or in the immediate vicinity large enough to host a gathering of our class. As is always the case at these five year reunions, not unlike our days at West Point, they are jammed with activities. We joke about it of course, but it’s true. I’m doubtful many other college reunions have days starting at 6:45AM. ;-).
After arriving, I found Tony Matos, who had just arrived from New Hampshire. As importantly, Tony brought the 312 bottles of WhistlePig Whiskey we were going to distribute to classmates. Regular readers of this blog will recall that a group of us did a tasting at WhistlePig in Vermont last spring and bought two barrels (you can read about that tasting and why we did it at the link in the addendum). We dutifully transported the cases of whiskey to our distribution room and classmates started picking up their bottles. All were gone by Sunday morning.
By Thursday night, things were in full swing. Around 300 classmates (about one third of our living class members) along with 250+ spouses, partners and family members were there. Dinner, drinks, and for some of us, cigars ensued. My time was divided between dinner with several of my company mates and then circling the rooms seeking out other old friends. Handshakes, hugs and toasts, along with conversations occurred several times – How are you? … Where’s Cathy – is she OK? … Do you remember … whatever happened to … where are you now … we have to do better at staying in touch … Eventually I made my way to bed and a restless night’s sleep.
On Friday morning, we boarded buses for West Point. Our destination was the Cadet Chapel. Our first event, and for me one that has grown increasingly important, was a memorial service honoring classmates who have passed away. At our fortieth reunion, 50 classmates were so honored. This time the number was 82, including my company mate Dan Zimmerman. At the fortieth reunion, Dan sat with Cathy and I at the memorial service. This time, his name was one of the 82 called out loud. I thought a lot about Z-Man during the service. I have to say, the meaning of “The Long Grey Line” has changed, grown and become more real with the passage of time.
After the service, my buddies Jay, Steve and I, along with many of our classmates, walked the half mile from the Chapel to Ike Hall, although I also noticed there were more classmates taking the provided buses. Age catches up with all of us at some point. At Ike Hall we had lunch, along with a class meeting and a presentation by the Supe (Superintendent), before eventually busing back to the hotel.
At the hotel, Tony, Gus, Bob, Bill and I resumed distributing the remaining WhistlePig bottles. Classmate Al Aycock was distributing bags of coffee – the beans spent time in one of our empty whiskey barrels before bagging. We repeatedly received thanks from classmates for the arduous journey we’d made to Vermont for the WhistlePig tasting the previous spring. ;-).
After a short fifteen minute nap, it was time to get ready for the formal dinner that evening. More good food, drinking, talking and dancing. Perhaps because this was day two, things were slightly slower than the night before. It wasn’t as rushed and more faces were familiar now.
Saturday morning came early. We boarded buses for West Point at, wait for it … 6:45AM. Yes, you read that right, 6:45 in the morning. It was for a good reason – Two regiments of the Corps of Cadets were having a parade at 9:00AM, and our entire class was a part of the reviewing party. I remember as a cadet having parades and passing in review for old grads during their reunions. To put things in perspective, in the fall of 1977 our Firstie (Senior) year, the class celebrating their 45th reunion was the Class of 1932. Yikes! Back then, while waiting to pass in review, we made jokes about the OLD GRADS and of course could never see ourselves on the other side of the parade ground in the future. I’m sure the same thing was happening on this Saturday, but I have to say they looked squared away when they marched past us.
The Army football game that afternoon was a forgettable loss, but something happened later that left a strong impression on me. After the game, Clem, one of my company mates and his wife Nancy hosted a post-game tailgate and several of us B3ers stopped by for a beer. Three Yearling (Sophomore) cadets were there as well – members of the Class of 2026. Talking with them and listening to them made me feel good about our future, and the future of this country. If they are any indication of the quality of current West Point cadets, we have nothing to worry about. The United States Army, and our Officer Corps are in good hands.
The last evening was special. There was no official event that night, and I was invited out to dinner by Jose Morales, one of the alumni from the Whistle Pig tasting in the spring. There were perhaps 18 of us at the dinner . Some I knew, some I didn’t. It didn’t matter. We were all one big happy family, talking, laughing, telling stories, eating and drinking.
The next morning, I left for the drive home around 8AM. I’m not big on long goodbyes and wanted to hit the road. I spent the next six hours driving in the rain and thinking about the weekend. I wasn’t just thinking about the details of the weekend itself, as I recounted here. I was also thinking about this special brotherhood I have the great good fortune to be a member of. As time goes by, I cherish it more and more. I think we all do. It’s hard to explain to others who haven’t been a part of it.
We members of the West Point class of 1978 share a special bond that has only grown stronger with the passing of time. Yes, we still tell the old stories from cadet days, or our time in the Army, but it’s more than that. Those stories only represent the surface of our commonality. We rose to the call of Duty, Honor, Country as cadets and during our time defending this nation. Most of us have found ways to contribute to the greater good, even after our time in service to our nation ended.
As Plebes, we were required to memorize many things. Some mundane, some of no apparent use, and some that were important. One of those requirements was the song “The Corps”. As I grow older, the song’s lyrics speak to me more directly than when I was a cadet and first memorized them. We all know our time here on Earth is limited and we all need to make the most of the time we have. Grip hands indeed.
Addendum:
The Corps Has… Every West Pointer knows the phrase. When we were Cadets, we laughed at it, and thought it untrue. As Old Grads, many of us use it, and believe it is true. “The Corps Has”, short for “The Corps has gone to hell” is a grad’s way of saying “Things aren’t as tough now, as when I was a cadet.”
The academy was founded in 1802 and is the oldest of the United States’ five service academies. The phrase “The Corps Has” has no doubt been around since 1803. Every class, once they graduate, seems to think those after it have it easier.
A friend from the class of ‘64 reminds me regularly (half in jest, but only half) that as Plebes, they stayed at the Academy their whole first year, and couldn’t go home for Christmas break like we did.
Friends from my Class of ‘78 regularly bemoan the fact that current cadets no longer have meal formations three times a day like we did.
I think you get the drift. And that doesn’t even get into how the whole Plebe System has changed over the years. The Corps has gone to hell. Although for as long as it’s been going to hell, you’d think we’d logged enough miles to get to hell and back by now. ;-).
Recently, on June 26th, ‘23, the class of 2027 had their first day at West Point, more commonly known as “R” Day (Reception Day). That evening, I posted a picture of a whiskey Old Fashioned I was drinking on our class Facebook page and offered a toast to the class of ‘27. They will graduate 49 years after we did. I don’t care how much easier it may have become; one thing I know for sure is you never forget your first day at West Point. It may become blurry, but you won’t forget it. Ever.
In the comments to the post, one of my classmates, Joe Mooney, brilliantly suggested having a “The Corps Has” Old Fashioned, by using WhistlePig whiskey in it. Our Classmate, Dave Pickerel, was one of the founders and the Master Distiller at WhistlePig Distillery. I started thinking about it. How would I make/what would go into a “The Corps Has” Old Fashioned?
After some additional thought and a few practice rounds, here’s my version, with explanation, of a “The Corps Has” Old Fashioned*.
Ingredients
Instructions
1. Add a sugar cube to a rocks glass. These days, most recipes for an Old Fashioned start with a teaspoon of simple syrup. To hell with that. Since we are Old Corps, we are going to start the way the original Old Fashioned started – with a sugar cube.
2. Shake 2 or 3 dashes of the Smoked Cherry Bitters** onto the sugar cube. Why Smoked Cherry instead of the Angostura Bitters called for in the original Old Fashioned? The Smoked Cherry Bitters add just a bit of haze to the drink. Sort of like the haziness of our memories of West Point. (If you can’t find Smoked Cherry bitters, look for another smoked bitters, or use regular Angostura.)
3. Add the Teaspoon of warm water to the glass. Muddle the sugar cube until it dissolves in the bitters and water (TA-DA! No simple syrup needed. 😉 )
4. Add the Rye and stir. Why WhistlePig PiggyBack Rye? First, as I previously mentioned, our deceased Classmate, Dave Pickerel, after a stint as the master distiller at Makers Mark, was one of the founders and the master distiller at WhistlePig. Every bottle of PiggyBack actually has his birth and death years on the neck of the bottle (1956-2018). Also, it’s Rye, not bourbon. Rye is spicier than bourbon, which is generally sweeter. While there were some sweet times at West Point, I’d have to say overall the experience was more on the complex and spicy side. It certainly wasn’t for everyone.
5. Add the ice. Stir until chilled.
6. Use a lighter or a match to singe the orange peel a bit (note, I said singe, not burn). Express the orange peel over the glass and then drop it in. Stir a few more times. Why singe the orange peel? It adds a little smokiness to the peel when you express it. It doesn’t change the drink…much. But somewhere in the background it adds a touch of something you can’t quite place, but think you remember. Not unlike that first summer at Beast Barracks, the memory of which seems clear and hazy at the same time.
7. Raise your glass in remembrance of our fallen classmates and toast the Corps of Cadets.
The Corps Has? No, not really. Every year young men and women report to West Point at the start of summer. I suspect those four years always have been and always will be a challenge. The demands and tests evolve, but are always there. Thank God there are still those today who answer the call.
Addendum:
When Rob Grubbs asked if I would help “host” the whiskey tasting for the West Point Class of ‘78 mini-reunion, I took about a nano-second to respond yes. The evening, if possible, turned out even better than I imagined. It was one of those rare occasions of reality exceeding expectations.
Rob sent the original invitations for the April ‘22 West Point Class of ‘78 mini-reunion, in August of ‘21 in the form of a military Warning Order. The reunion would be at The Biltmore Estate in Asheville,NC, and there was an immediate interest. Ultimately, 129 classmates, significant others, and family members made the trip.
The five days of the mini reunion were great fun, with a combination of group events and laid back small get-togethers. Dinners, a picnic, wine tastings, tours, just hanging out… it was nice. For me, a highlight was the Whiskey Tasting on the second night. What originally started as an idea for a bourbon and cigar event, morphed into a bourbon whiskey tasting, and then morphed again into the event it became.
Rob asked Bill Moeller to host and organize the tasting, and they then drafted me to assist Bill. Bill had the brilliant idea of bringing a focus to one of our departed classmates, Dave Pickerell, who later became known as The “Johnny Appleseed” of Craft and Rye Whiskey. The Army, in it’s infinite wisdom, sent Dave to grad school in Chemistry. The rest, as they say, is history.
After a stint teaching back at West Point, Dave later left the Army and eventually went to work for bourbon distiller Makers Mark, where he became the Master Distiller and worked for 14 years. After leaving Makers Mark, he struck out on his own. Almost immediately, he was one of the distillers called to Mount Vernon to recreate George Washington’s original Rye Whiskey. Not only did Dave distill rye whiskey using Washington’s recipe, he would dress in colonial period clothes at Mount Vernon for special whiskey social events. This was around 2005, about the time craft distilleries were beginning. Dave ultimately helped over 50 distilleries get off the ground, and consulted with over 50 others.
Dave was particularly known for a couple of events. One was the establishment of WhistlePig, a Vermont distillery dedicated to Rye Whiskey – Some people say they make the best Rye Whiskey in the world. The second event was his collaboration with the band Metallica, when they created their whiskey, Blackened. What makes Blackened unique?
Dave was fascinated with the effects of sound – the way an organ can play a note that shakes an entire building. The thought of what sound could do to whiskey at a molecular level stayed with him. As it happened, Metallica and Dave harnessed the vibrations that make a Metallica concert historic. The convergence of these ideas resulted in a sonic-enhancement method utilizing a variation of the band’s song frequencies to disrupt the whiskey inside the barrel, causing increased wood interaction and increasing the wood-flavor characteristics in the whiskey. Sonic-enhancement does not replace traditional aging methods and Blackened is typically aged an average of 7-8 years. Each batch of Blackened has a unique playlist of Metallica songs used to sonically-enhance the whiskey during finishing.
After discussions between Bill, Rob and I, it was decided our tasting would focus on whiskeys connected to Dave, and conclude with a toast to him, and our 71 other departed Classmates.
The list for the tasting was as follows:
On the Monday of the reunion, approximately 100 classmates, spouses and friends gathered at dusk in a glade just below the Biltmore Inn itself. Seventy were there to taste, and another thirty came for the fellowship. As the sun fell, the overhead string lights came on, adding just a touch of magic to the atmosphere.
Bill wrote a script for he and I to introduce the whiskies, while also imparting a bit of history about the interaction of whiskey and the United States Army over the course of our Nation’s History. It is perhaps no coincidence that June 14th is Flag Day, the birthdate of the United States Army in 1775, and National Bourbon Day ;-).
A little after 8PM, we started. Bill and I drafted our wives, Cathy and Bridget, as the official whiskey pourers, and several classmates volunteered to deliver the samples to the crowd.
What followed was a lot of living, learning and laughter, with a bit of drinking and history thrown in. Between tastings, Bill and I talked to the crowd about whiskey rations in the Revolutionary War, the Civil War and WWI. We also shared how whiskey was a part of the history between Lewis and Clark, and Lincoln and Grant. Stories were told of Dave Pickerell’s life and his impact on whiskey. As the night wore on, the crowd grew louder and more rambunctious.
A little after 9PM we were serving the last of the official tastings, The Boss Hog. The light was gone from the sky now and there were only the overhead lights. As the final glasses were served, we raised them in a toast to Dave, and our 71 other departed classmates. Suddenly, Grant Short led us in an impromptu singing of “The Alma Mater”, with it’s refrain of: “And when our work is done, Our course on earth is run, May it be said, “Well done”, Be thou at peace“. I have to admit to feeling a bit of a shiver as we sang, and it wasn’t from the weather – the words seemed extra special that night. Of course as we finished the song, all responded with a vigorous “BEAT NAVY!”
Seventy two of our classmates are gone. They will never be forgotten.
The formal part of the program was over, but the crowd remained. There was still a fair amount of whiskey left and war stories, both literally and figuratively, to be told. The crowd moved around, circled and shifted. Old friends were given hugs, and as always happens at these reunions, new friends were made. Cigars were lit and more whiskey was shared.
Eventually, around 1030PM a soft rain started falling. As the crowd thinned, we packed up the remaining bottles, along with the water and snacks and moved back to the Biltmore. Some folks stayed up for a last drink at the bar, while others drifted off to bed. It was a fine night for the Proud and Great Class of ‘78, and our first group whiskey tasting. I hope it isn’t the last.
….. Feel free to forward this blog …..
Addendum:
– Special thanks to:
– Huge thanks to Bill Moeller, who provided much of the information for this blog, and provided a wonderful history of the interaction of whiskey and the US Army over the course of history. The event would not have been what it was without him.
– You can read the Rolling Stone article about Dave Pickerell and Metallica here: https://www.rollingstone.com/music/music-features/metallica-whiskey-distilling-process-blackened-723508/ . Dave joked that he never made the cover of Rolling Stone, but he did get on the inside… ;-).
– Some of the history of whiskey allotments for the Army in past wars includes:
Cocktails. There are a lot of choices. Today, let’s talk about just two – The Martini and The Manhattan. I know, I know. There are many others – some of my personal favorites include classics like the Old Fashioned, the Margarita, the Daiquiri, and the Negroni. And then of course there are other great drinks such as a Bloody Mary at brunch, a gin and tonic in the summer, or a Grapefruit Crush at a beach bar. But, let’s stay focused people – The Martini vs The Manhattan.
Where do you land in the drinking world? Light? Or Dark?
I suppose the Martini is the sexier of the two. Baltimore-born satirist H.L. Mencken called the Martini “the only American invention as perfect as the sonnet.” And we all know about James Bond and Martinis. Of course, what he mostly did was create controversy. Shaken vs Stirred. Gin vs Vodka. And then he tried to have it both ways in Casino Royale with the Vesper, which includes gin AND vodka. Make up your mind Mr. Bond.
No Martini discussion is complete without a controversy about how much vermouth. A little? A little less? Or maybe just wave the vermouth bottle over the glass? My favorite description of a very dry Martini is the one called “A Montgomery” which has a ratio of gin to vermouth of 15:1. It was named after WWII British Field Marshall Bernard Montgomery, who allegedly was so cautious in battle, he would not attack the Germans without a troop advantage of fifteen to one. Thank heavens people are more reasonable about vermouth now, and know it’s not a bad thing. Go ahead and add some. I think you’ll enjoy it. If you don’t use any vermouth, just remember you’re only drinking an iced glass of gin or vodka.
And finally, how do you garnish your Martini? A lemon twist? An olive? Make it dirty and add a little olive juice as well?
Let’s face it. The Martini is ALL about choices. If you want to have a fun argument with someone, just ask them how they make their Martini. Like fingerprints and snowflakes, it would appear no two people’s recipes are ever the same. As an example, my friends are all over the place on Martinis – vodka shaken, and up with a twist for one; vodka on the rocks with a smidgen of vermouth and two blue cheese stuffed olives for another; and gin, stirred and up, with olives galore for a third.
By comparison, the Manhattan is a solid citizen with only a few choices. Use rye or bourbon, pick a red vermouth, and decide what kind of bitters you want to add. If you’re a purist, it’s rye and Angostura bitters, but you can live life on the wild side and go for bourbon instead of rye. As for bitters, we have a whole great big world out there now. Yes, Angostura bitters are great, but you can also go with Orange Bitters. If you live in the Virginia Piedmont, you might also visit the Whole Ox Butcher Shop*** in Marshall and pick up a bottle of Smoked Cherry Bitters from Artemisia**. Artmisia’s Bitters make a slightly different, and mighty tasty Manhattan as well. By the way, while at The Whole Ox, you should pick up a couple of steaks to grill, while enjoying your Manhattan.
The garnish? A Maraschino Cherry. Please don’t use the nuclear red ones. Buy the real deal. If you want to get adventurous, express an orange peel over the top of the drink. (At The Occidental in DC, the waiter will singe the orange peel with a lighter before expressing it over your drink).
One final choice, or controversy, for both the Martini and the Manhattan – Up, or on the Rocks? Personally, I like mine up, but many, including my wife Cathy, enjoy their’s on the rocks. Having said that, Cath’s a heathen about Martinis as far as I’m concerned. Not only does she have her Martini on the rocks, she also uses vodka instead of gin… ;-).
Which is better, a Martini, or a Manhattan? I suppose that’s a personal choice. Some go light, some go dark. Me? I go both ways. I don’t think there is any rhyme or reason to it, I just enjoy both. I started out several years ago with Martinis, but lately, it has mostly been Manhattans. I’m pretty sure it will change back soon enough. By the way, for me, it’s not seasonal, and usually, not dependent on what’s for dinner. It’s (mostly) a nightly decision around 6PM. Some evenings, I even surprise myself with my choice.
It’s now February and we’ve had some winter weather. People are bored and waiting for spring. Between winter and Covid, we are all surviving on comfort food. Maybe it’s time to add to your comfort, and do some cocktail sampling as well. Take your pick – Martini or Manhattan; Vodka or Gin; Rye or Bourbon; Shaken or Stirred; Rocks or Up; Olive or Lemon Twist. Try them out and make a choice… or two. Hell, I’m not here to judge.
Cheers!
Here are the recipes I use:
Martini
– Add the gin and vermouth to a shaker. Add a titch of olive juice. Add some ice, and shake for about 30 seconds.
– Strain into a chilled cocktail (coupe, Martini or Nick and Nora*) glass.
– Add an olive or three.
A couple of notes:
1. Yea, I know shaking breaks with tradition, but I like the little ice crystals shaking puts in the glass.
2. If you are retired and have the time, you can stuff your olives with blue cheese occasionally. It adds a nice salty flavor. (Another non traditional touch, but I love them).
3. I’m on something of a low dairy diet these days, so I often swap out the olive juice and blue cheese olives for a dash of orange bitters and a lemon peel expressed over the drink after you pour it into the cocktail glass. I still shake it. It’s an incredibly pure tasting drink.
4. It’s worth pointing out that my own taste in Martinis has evolved over the years. When I started out, I wanted them extremely dry (“Bartender, just look at the Vermouth bottle, and that will be enough”.) I migrated over time to about a 5:1, and have been at my current 3:1 ratio for a few years now.
Manhattan
– Add all liquid ingredients to a mixing glass.
– Add ice to the glass (more than you think you need).
– Stir the drink for about 30 seconds.
– Strain into a chilled cocktail ( coupe, Martini, or Nick and Nora*) glass.
– Garnish with the Maraschino Cherry.
A couple of notes:
1. Bitters are critical to the drink. The choice of bitters is up to you, but if you want a classic, use Angostura. If you are in a bar and they try to make you a Manhattan without bitters, just move on.
2. I know I already mentioned this in the text, but for the Maraschino Cherry, use the real deal if at all possible. They are about 500% better than the nuclear red ones you can buy at the supermarket. The originals are from Luxardo, but there are also other good brands online, such as Bada Bing, and Woodford Reserve.
Addendum:
• *Nick and Nora glasses are typically slightly rounded Martini glasses. They are named for the characters Nick and Nora Charles in the classic movie from 1934, “The Thin Man”, starring William Powell and Myrna Loy. The movie is a great comedy/drama, and I highly recommend it. A word of caution: Don’t try to keep up with Nick and Nora’s cocktail drinking throughout the movie – you’ll never make it. BTW – The movie is based on the noir novel by author Dashiell Hammett. You may know him as the author of The Maltese Falcon.
• **Artemisia is a local farm and vineyard not far from where we live in Virginia. Owned by Kelly Allen and Andrew Napier, they have established a local food CSA and are starting a vineyard. They are also making four different varieties of bitters, including the Smoked Cherry Bitters I mentioned here. I should mention they do ship, and also, demand is high. You can find more about them (and order their bitters) at this site: https://www.artemisia.farm/ .
• *** The Whole Ox is a wonderful local butcher shop in Marshall, VA. In addition to hand cut meats, and housemade sausages, they carry some hard to find cheeses, interesting wines and beers, and a few other items, like Artemisia Bitters. You can find more about them here: https://thewholeox.com/
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