There’s a magical place where the Chesapeake Bay kisses the Eastern Shore, where crabs are served with views that make you forget your troubles, and where sandy feet are practically the dress code – ...
On Sept. 18, 1973, drinking heavily, Parsons took a fatally high dose of morphine and died in that very room. When he arrived at the hospital early on Sept. 19, 1973, he was declared dead on arrival.