In the fifties, private clubs were a mysterious term to the seven year-old boy that I was. When I became old enough to realize what it meant, I was rather disappointed that my two uncles belonged to one. I always looked up to them as being gentlemen and loyal family men. I can’t say that all private clubs are raunchy, but the one they belonged to had a very soiled reputation. This did teach me a very important lesson for life. The surface appearance of anyone or anything is exactly that, the surface.