Wednesday, May 17, 2017

The final Resting Place of Wm. Faulkner and his wife, Estelle

As evidenced by empty liquor bottle and shot cups left graveside, people visit to drink a toast...or just tipple. He'd probably approve.  He was not a perfect person, not a perfect writer; but the body of his work adds up to "the Great American novel", in my opinion.

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