I think this was the last bottle drunk at our Parents' Evening, but I couldn't swear to it. I should probably spend a sentence or two describing the wine's bouquet and taste, but these were pretty irrelevant by that stage. What I did discover, though, was that Pop spent VJ Day in New York City and has dim memories of the ticker tape parade, and the general air of excitement and celebration. Mostly, though, he remembers Brian getting lost and being placed high on some industrial bin by a stranger, so that his mother would find him.
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| My father was there, and I have only just found out. |
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