Earlier I said that if you talk about Vincent Foster, you don't get invited to cool parties.

Check out the house in this essay ("Ardrossan"):

I went to a funeral reception there and I was just so blown away that there is still a place like that with a member of the family still living right there. The host was Robert Montgomery Scott, and he showed me around. The paintings on the wall go all the way back to a huge painting of Sir John Scott in the 17th Century. It's just a few minutes away from me, and is the largest mass of land by far in this area -- a gigantic, 750 acre sprawling estate -- completely surrounded on all sides by densely populated suburbia. I explained to a friend that it is not so much how the "other half lives" but rather, how they "lived." This is true Gone-with-the-Wind stuff -- a totally doomed anachronism, a bizarrely surviving freak reminder of another place, another time. The house is like a British Georgian Mansion -- huge, haunted, filled with antiques and once-favorite rooms where long-forgotten society matrons held court. I had thought the Merriam and Pew places were the last of them, but this one takes the cake.

I hate to say it, but when the present owner dies, that era ends. And I mean REALLY ends. It is horrible to contemplate; here is a recent local story on the place.

Still not sure what this has to do with Classical Values. (Revival angle, maybe.) Just testing....

And actually, you can get away with talking about Vincent Foster at places like that. Such eccentricities are tolerated.

Not for long!