Look here, old sport.

‘I wouldn’t mind a bit if, in a few years, Zelda & I could snuggle up together under a stone in some graveyard. That is really a happy thought, & not melancholy at all.’

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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