Ack, geography-envy again. Seafood, the ocean, Edward Gorey... Okay, I have to counteract that by remembering the tourists and... um... erosion! That's the ticket! *g*

Yeah, apparently they ended up as good friends. Strange but neat. This amused me, though: "Gorey's influence permanently altered the disposition of his roommate, the poet Frank O'Hara, who entered Harvard an earnest young man and gradually came to embrace nonsense like his friend." Whoops. (oh yeah, and here's (http://www.compleatbellairs.com/biogorey.html) the article I nicked that from)