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Summer is slipping away. Already, the days are getting shorter. It reminds me that Nick Carraway only knew his mysterious neighbor Jay Gatsby for less than two months, but he writes a whole book about him like he was his summer crush. (I tend to think “Nick is a closeted homosexual” readings have more textual support than “Gatsby is actually Black and passing” readings. But I’ve read them all because I’m a geek.)

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No One Should Laugh When Myrtle Wilson Dies And Other ‘Great Gatsby’ Hot Takes

I’m finishing up a week in the mountains, while our son is nearby at sleepaway camp. We didn’t cross the border to Canada for obvious reasons I’ve already shared, so this is an unwilling “America first” staycation. I do miss a good poutine, though. However, you can’t beat the vistas in the Pacific Northwest. Here are some photos my wife took:

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