It's fascinating how certain bigger-than-life personas become entangled and inseparable from certain times and places. I keep coming across this phenomenon in my travels, and without intending to, have written about it here on Medium: Hemingway in Ketchum, ID; Maradonna in Naples, Italy; and Jimi Hendrix in Essaouira, Morocco. Come to think of it, all of them, including Amy Winehouse, were figures of global renown who met early, tragic and drug/alcohol-related deaths. I'm not entirely sure what that means, but it's certainly something to ponder -- and perhaps fodder for another Medium piece.