graveyard love

I never wrote about finding the final resting place of John Gilbert but I did manage to work on a photo that I took from that day. Since I feel no connection to whatever Hollywood does these days, I revel in the idea that there is so much from Hollywood’s past that I have to read, see, discover or hear. Everything from movies, books and music. I know that I will, hopefully, never be bored. Or reduced to succumbing to today’s pop culture.

With that being said, I guess you could also say, “They don’t make ‘em like they used to” and in your mind picture whatever that “‘em” is. For me it would be Jack Gilbert. Sure, he was a horny drunk, but he also packed five lifetimes worth of living into his short 36 years on this planet. I’d want to take a ride on the Wacko Jack Gilbert Express any day.

It is nice to know that he is now resting much like he lived in that house on Tower Road; on the top of a beautiful hill surrounded by beauty and looking out over all of the city. Here’s to hoping there’s no hangovers in heaven.