It Ain't No Famous Name on a Golden Plaque /...It's my Baby's Kiss that Keeps Me Coming Back

The Edward P. Jones story "A Rich Man," published this week in The New Yorker, is a tale of sex, drugs, rock & roll (well, old 78s), adultry, as well as lies and betrayal. The story is set in a retirement home in the Logan Circle area of Washington, DC and takes place in the late 70s and 80s. It doesn't seem entirely realistic, though, that the city would have commissioned a retirement center in that part of town back then as the area has only been gentrified in the past 8 years. That small quibble aside, its a worthwhile read.