F. Scott Fitzgerald

A couple of years ago,

you could buy F. Scott Fitzgerald’s

childhood home in St. Paul, Minnesota.

They were selling it for $650,000,

and doesn’t that sound like a bargain

for a place where F. Scott Fitzgerald

spent his youth?

I imagine he did a lot of merry

Minnesota things, like sledding and

throwing snowballs and letting the snowflakes

melt on his tongue. 

He could have been doing these things in June,
I don’t know.

Those people of winter are aliens to me.

If I had had an extra $650,000,

I would have bought F. Scott Fitzgerald’s

childhood home

and turned it into a writer’s retreat,

but that money never fell into my lap

because money never falls into my lap,

and I remain 400 miles away.