containing multitudes since 2004
One of a boy soon to lead men over the top, trying to live forever, another of a man searching for his lost beloved Cissy, only to be buried ignominiously so far from her.
As an addendum for the after picture, it was prolly about this time that Chandler, his neighbor Ted Geisel, (yes, Dr. Seuss!), and Neil Morgan, a local newspaperman from the San Diego Tribune, would go on some legendary, serious bar-hopping in La Jolla and environs, sometimes with a little local law involved towrads the end. Chandler was beloved by the local cops, so it was always a ride home in an unmarked car and to bed, as I understand it. Chandler came by his knowledge of violence honestly thru harrowing trench fights in The Great War, and cops were generally just regular joes in his stories, so a certain amount of respect was accorded the old gentleman. His plain gravestone is unworthy of a man who ought to have a bronze statue somewhere.
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