My aunt Judy does serious genealogical research, which frees up the rest of us for the spurious kind. The most glamorous thing I’ve dug up so far involves an L.A. lawyer named Ted Kuster (no relation, I’m pretty sure), whose fame derives from his wife Una leaving him for the poet Robinson Jeffers (now remembered mostly for his bricklaying skills, I loyally note) around 1910. If there is a point to this, it escapes me.