Death is the Ultimate Vacation (Second Only To Actual Vacations)

Cinderella was a bit of a gold digger. Not that I blame her – goodness knows if I was forced to sleep next to a fireplace I’d jump on my first chance to nab a mattress.

Especially if said mattress came in a mansion.

I’m thinking of the Disney princess with the pumpkin obsession because my aunt’s local theatre is doing a production of Cinderella and I’ve traversed the roads to Maryland to see it.

I’m also thinking about murder. Only murder of famous people, so as it’s more commonly known, assassination.

And if you want to read a unique, quirky, thoughtful guide to dead-by-bullet presidents, you couldn’t find a better book than Sarah Vowell’s Assassination Vacation.

(If you noticed my use of the word quirky, you know why I was entranced.)

I’m writing this sitting at the dining room table and my cousins have arrived, so I feel it’s time to return to normal human interaction.

But have no fear – I’ll be back tomorrow.

Until then, introduce yourself to Sarah Vowell. She’s a lovely person to know.

It’s surprising my family puts up with me,
Megan

EDIT: When first posted, “Cinderella” in the first sentence was accidentally spelled “Vacation.” I blame technology. And my family telling me to stop whining about Cinderella and vacations and eat dinner.

Death is the Ultimate Vacation (Second Only To Actual Vacations)

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