Bryan’s parents came over on the Queen Mary when he was 3 years old,
and they went through the Panama Canal and berthed in Long Beach.
They quickly moved near Santa Monica, a hotbed of British subjects who
liked to get together to eat, drink, and dance.
Mr. and Mrs. Bryan’s parents settled in Culver City, where Bryan and his
brother, Christopher (who was a Gerber baby) grew up.
They made it a point to go to The Britannia Club every Saturday night
to eat, drink, and dance. Bryan and I went on occasion as well.
Chris brought his gal pal a few times as well, but after she dumped him,
we introduced him to our secretary at work, and they ended up getting
married. Then Bryan and I got married, and we all had a ball.
Wow, that’s interesting!
That is fun and interesting! Thanks for that! (I think I must be an Anglophile...)