Whenever I see the Berkeley Oceanfront Hotel in Asbury Park, I think of my parents' wedding night. They told the story several times about how they had driven to what was then the Berkeley-Carteret. The management changed their room three times. In looking through my parents' papers, I found proof of the story. The letter is in my father's handwriting. There's a bill attached. Evidently, the hotel was very popular at the time. But obviously, the hotel management was not very efficient.
My parents thought the incident was funny, which is why they repeated the story every now and then.
I'm glad the building is still there after all these years because it reminds me of them.