There was a famous southern California architect whose name was Cliff May. I’ve know for years that he was the “father of the ranch house.” But I didn’t know until recently that we’re not talking here just about nice little houses with no stairs.
Last time I was in L.A., I was invited to dinner at the home of someone quite fabulously wealthy. The home was among the most grand I’ve ever seen (even JFK & THK would have been impressed) and yes, I was informed, it was “Cliff May’s house.”
I’m often asked if I’m related. Sometimes I lie and say yeah, I am.
Speaking of lying, I too like fruitcake but I wouldn’t reveal that in mixed company – nor would I tell a pollster.