Look here, old sport.
Stopped by F. Scott Fitzgerald’s family plot over the weekend, as it was an uncharacteristically sunny day & the idea of freshly fallen leaves on faded tombstones proved too alluring for a pretentious Poe-lovin’ gal such as myself.
Were I to ever host a tour of the DC-area, St. Mary’s Cemetery would certainly be on the agenda: there were requisite dried roses, a finished bottle of gin, & pennies scattered everywhere. ¹
So … who’s up for a Jazz Age road trip? ²
A morbid aside: We live a block away from the funeral home in which Mr. Fitzgerald’s private viewing was held.
Nota bene: Coincidentally, the divoon Mariah Kunkel is experiencing feverish Gatsby dreams. Awesome.
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¹ Is this like leaving an obolos for Charon? I have never seen this before.
² Joe’s Record Paradise is now in Silver Spring.
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