One year (I don't remember which holiday it was) it was our turn to have her. And I was given the responsibility and honor of getting her drink for her. I remember giving it to her once she got settled in, she took a sip, looked at me and said, "Kid, let me show you how to make a drink."
She then took me into the kitchen to instruct me in this very important matter. I tried to hand her the shot glass, but she waved it away. "We don't use those." She then poured herself a whiskey and water, took a sip, looked at me and said words which I now live by, "Kid, it's better to have one really good one than a bunch of bad ones."
She was a character in the best sense of the word. And I miss her every day.