I can’t quite get over fact that Jonathan Sims, Gertrude Robinson, and Gerry Keay all canonically spent time on my school‘s campus. (Gerry died in UPMC Presby, like a block from the building where I took all my chemistry classes! That does’t mean anything, but doesn’t it though?)

One day I will write a very boring, incredibly self-indulgent fanfic where, like, Jon takes a break from researching the Unknowing to eat at The Porch and hang around Schenley Plaza.