A Letter From F. Scott Fitzgerald
The more things change, old sport, the more they stay the same.
Dear MJ,
I’ve been meaning to write, for decades actually. But when I saw you lumbering around my old Saint Paul, Minnesota, neighborhood recently—walking up and down Summit Avenue, gawking at its Victorian m…
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