Jaenn Coz, whose mother had been a flapper, would sometimes put on civilian clothes, surreptitiously, and go to the “black part of town,” as she put it, to hear Eartha Kitt. Frank Sinatra would sing at Club 400, where she went on Fridays. You could buy a pitcher of beer for a few cents. You could get good fish down at the wharf. She also learned to play bridge and to gamble.
