Can't wait to shoot my 1963 retro-Esquire advert with me in Ivy League attire and horn-rimmed glasses surrounded by retrofied '60s chicks while giving Hendrick's my personal approval ("it's smooth and subdued...like every man should...Hendrick's")
Where's the Hendrick's, you ask? Well, mostly it's gone. I bought the small apothecary bottle, not the New York Times printing room-sized oil drum Hendrick's.
Glad you liked the article. I was familiar with the whole Pauline-Gregory mess, but the location of her gravesite was new to me.
Reading about the "restored" edition of "A Moveable Feast" and the efforts Gregory's son made with the manuscripts to put Pauline in a better light would be interesting to read, but I don't want to buy the thing.
That's okay, though; I now have all three volumes of Ernest Hemingway's letters to keep me occupied. Wonderfully annotated.