When you're about to have a monumentally important event occur sometimes it is best to be unprepared. I knew a bit about his parents. His Dad had been a minister. They were from Chicago. His father had been one of the early "radio evangelists" with a very popular show. His parents had divorced. His father moved to California. His mom and Bruce and his brother had stayed in Chicago living with the in-laws (OY!). After four years his parents reconciled, his father got a church in West Hollywood, they moved to Los Angeles and got married in Las Vegas on the way to their "new life". And nobody mentioned it again for years and years and years.
Meeting them was major but having no time to think about it also meant I had no chance to worry. His parents seemed as surprised as I was at the event. I learned later that Bruce had said he was stopping by but hadn't mentioned me. Yet, they were charming. Lovely. And as years went by my opinion of them would never waver. His Dad had a stately demeanor from years on the pulpit, and his Mom was a small little bird of a woman with a wicked sense of humor. She played the Gracie Allen part well but was truly sharp as a tack.
We left after an hour and I have no memory of where we went or what we did.
I do remember I wondered why Bruce had made this decision. And when I found out why I was not 100% thrilled - at all!
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