fucktheroots:
“Sondheim’s new house was directly to the east of Katharine Hepburn’s longtime home. Did he know he was buying next door to Hepburn? Well, if he didn’t, he sure found out. “One night before the sale closed, I took some friends over to look at the house,” says Sondheim. “We walked into the central garden, turned around and looked up, and there facing us through the window was Katharine Hepburn… and at that moment a pair of big broad arms reached around to embrace her… Unmistakably, Spencer Tracy,” he recalls.”
—excerpt from Manhattan’s Turtle Bay: Story of a Midtown Neighborhood, by Pamela Hanlon

















