IT’S 7:45 a.m., and 40 or 50 people are lustily chanting, “F-V-N-E-M? S-V-F-M! F-V-N-E-X? S-V-F-X!” over the remains of breakfast. This club has recited its mysterious “cryptogram” every Wednesday ...
A few moments after I stroll into a recent Wednesday morning meeting of the Los Angeles Breakfast Club, I’m greeted by the club’s radiant president Nora Vetter. She’s wearing a beret that looks like ...
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