Happy Birthday, Zelda
My father grew up in Montgomery, and once when he was ill Zelda Sayre Fitzgerald read him a story. She was beautiful and crazy, and her life is a tragic romance... Her husband loved her dearly, and she him, and he wrote once, "...For what she has really suffered, there is never a sober night that I do not pay a stark tribute of an hour to in the darkness."
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