I stumbled across the remake of “The Great Gatsby” the other night. Couldn’t resist watching it again. If you haven’t read the book, please do. It’s one of those books that we force upon teenagers who really can’t relate to it. I read it again in my late 30s and discovered a completely different story, once I had done some living. I’m especially drawn to the last line of the novel: “So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.” The past never leaves us.

Here’s a story I wrote about bumping into Gatsby at McDonald’s last year…click the butterfly to read on!